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The Doctor is quiet and waits for Gold to finish, "My people invented time travel... And you're right. I can see the threads of fate, usually, anyways. What should be, what could be and what should not be, it's the burden of my people."

"It's a rare person that gets the gift and stays around for very long after of their own volition." That girl with the firey hair hadn't been unique in that respect. She saw her end coming and embraced it with a kind of desperation that took him a very long time to understand.

But then, so had Zoso, and both her comprehended a great deal better after Zelena had hold of the dagger.

Seers don't live long. Neither do Dark Ones after they've been captured apparently. If their keepers do not put them down to assume the mantle and power themselves, then -- well. There certainly is that desire to find someone who will.

Gold shakes his head, affords himself another sip of tea. "So I suppose it is safe to say it is a burden among mine as well, the ones that have it."

Even in The Doctor's world there are humans who have been given high enough telepathically 'to see'. He simply gives a slight head nod in he understands.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." The Doctor reaches one hand towards Gold. He wants to hug him because this is someone else who is tormented with knowing and it's rare to find those sorts even in the multiverse.

Gold doesn't appear to know how to take the gesture. He goes stock still and watches him, but otherwise does not move toward or away. No idea what that was.

"I don't have the gift myself anymore, but I did."

"Nor do I. Feels a bit like something is missing here."

"It takes getting used to. Not having a fixed point to follow anymore." Having a long-term goal to work toward. Something that was always in front of him. Maybe coming back wouldn't have been so difficult, if it didn't feel like those fixed points were rapidly disappearing.

"Fixed points are rare, time is mostly in flux."

"That might be the major part of why our universes differ. I am from a place of fixed points. Many movable pieces that will all coalesce to one final, immovable point on the map. The language used to describe them is...deliberately open to interpretation. But the words you are given are always more specific than you think they are."

"Could be. Could be. I am so,so, sorry if that is the case." The Doctor can't imagine an entire universe were fixed points were everything. He wouldn't be able to ever help out.

"Thar are fixed points in my universe but - it's not everything."

"Forgive me if my meaning was unclear. It isn't everything. Many things that can lead to one. And I have to wonder if it's the looking that makes some of them fixed points to begin with. Payment for cheating, perhaps."

"Right, sorry. And I can't say without being in your universe and being able to see time. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey- stuff. But fixed points also aren't impossible. Thar are events that are in fact fixed. They always have to happen. Even in my universe, I just know what the events are. I said sorry, so, sorry because fixed points I can't do anything to change the event."

"Same as seers, knowing when those fixed points are. I was one for as long as I needed to keep one in particular in view." And then. Well, he died shortly after. The ability didn't come back with him.

At least, he didn't think it did. Zelena didn't really know that was ever really in his wheelhouse, so when she controlled the dagger she never made him look ahead. And since the one vision he cared to have had come and gone, there was no thread for him to perceive, and he had no reason to try to find another.

The girl hadn't told him how he might do that, but then he wasn't at all certain she had any control.

It was very possible that if he ever found himself back home and back to himself, that power would still lie dormant in him, waiting to be used again.

"What happened?" The Doctor asks cautiously with a small swallow.

"It came and went." True. Simple. And not overly personal.

"And you don't miss it?"

"Some things are better not to see coming. Beyond that, only as much as it provided some amusement. When you see the future, everything is irony."

"Don't know about irony but than like I said before thar's wiggle room, usually." The Doctor on the other hand misses his sight, it's a part of himself but keeps it to himself.

"The tea was quite lovely. Is there anything you like about being here?"

"The company, I have to say."

Which, to an onlooker might suggest he's saying, merely, that he likes most of the people here. In fairness, he hadn't met anyone he actively hated -- that in itself was a miracle -- he had even made a friend, secured several close colleagues.

But in truth, his son was here, alive and safe, and that alone did wonders for his nerves.

The Doctor grins widely; whether its present company or company in general. The Doctor's that Gold has those he enjoys time with.

"And you?" He raises an eyebrow.

Throw the ball back to his side of the court as quickly as possible.

"Oh yes!" The Doctor remarks enthusiastically, "My daughter's here... And well- everyone else isn't so bad."

"That is...more familiar a sentiment than I was expecting."

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