[Martha grows quiet as she stands in front of him with her arms folded, staring up at his face and listening to every single thing he says even as it hurts, even as she knows she can't quite wrap her head around the horrors of it all though she tries. She always tries with Jack, with the Doctor because she wants to understand and to give them comfort in the same moment she deeply realizes that there is no understanding living through what they have, what Jack has.
There's no being able to process that without having lived it.
It doesn't mean she doesn't care. She cares so intensely it's burning in her eyes as she looks at him, and she has already said his name so many times it likely loses its meaning to say it again.
Her hand slides over his arm as she meets his gaze.]
Jesus.
I'm sorry.
[After a moment, she steps forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
She doesn't tell him he's not wrong even though he'll never be wrong to her. It's the way he feels, it's the way what has happened to him and how he is impossibly immortal has made him feel, and her words won't change that. Can't change that so she wraps her arms so tightly around him, hugging him.]
no subject
There's no being able to process that without having lived it.
It doesn't mean she doesn't care. She cares so intensely it's burning in her eyes as she looks at him, and she has already said his name so many times it likely loses its meaning to say it again.
Her hand slides over his arm as she meets his gaze.]
Jesus.
I'm sorry.
[After a moment, she steps forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
She doesn't tell him he's not wrong even though he'll never be wrong to her. It's the way he feels, it's the way what has happened to him and how he is impossibly immortal has made him feel, and her words won't change that. Can't change that so she wraps her arms so tightly around him, hugging him.]