Martha rolls over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling in silence.
"I tried to tell him everything, you know," she says after a long pause. "I couldn't keep living a lie. That's not the sort of person I am, not the sort of person I could be."
Besides, it had been getting harder and harder to keep everything hidden. The scars on her back and the nightmares had been tricky enough, but everything she did for work? It made it impossible to conceal.
"He didn't believe me." She shrugs, trying to look more casual than she feels. "Thought I was mental. Said it couldn't be real, not any of it. He died for me before, Doctor. I thought- I thought it would work. I thought he'd listen."
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"I tried to tell him everything, you know," she says after a long pause. "I couldn't keep living a lie. That's not the sort of person I am, not the sort of person I could be."
Besides, it had been getting harder and harder to keep everything hidden. The scars on her back and the nightmares had been tricky enough, but everything she did for work? It made it impossible to conceal.
"He didn't believe me." She shrugs, trying to look more casual than she feels. "Thought I was mental. Said it couldn't be real, not any of it. He died for me before, Doctor. I thought- I thought it would work. I thought he'd listen."