[The other Doctor looks away, and he is losing him. This moment decides it; if he wants to help his other self, he needs to keep him from slipping away, stop him from hiding behind these walls again.]
[And, oh, he does want to help him, because this isn't right. This isn't fair. The other Doctor is trying, he's not given up in circumstances in which the Doctor isn't sure he would have been able to keep going, and his reward should not be a lonely life marred by the steady, unforgiving drive to kill. This is the Doctor's chance to try and help his other to find what he's looking for, but if he wants to do that, he can't lose him now.]
[He reaches out, his fingertips brushing against the leather of the other Doctor's sleeve.]
Doctor. Doctor, look at me.
[He's offering something here - comfort? Maybe, it might be a part of it, but what he is really offering the other Time Lord is friendship. Friendship and acceptance, as equals, each in their own right. Trust me.]
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[And, oh, he does want to help him, because this isn't right. This isn't fair. The other Doctor is trying, he's not given up in circumstances in which the Doctor isn't sure he would have been able to keep going, and his reward should not be a lonely life marred by the steady, unforgiving drive to kill. This is the Doctor's chance to try and help his other to find what he's looking for, but if he wants to do that, he can't lose him now.]
[He reaches out, his fingertips brushing against the leather of the other Doctor's sleeve.]
Doctor. Doctor, look at me.
[He's offering something here - comfort? Maybe, it might be a part of it, but what he is really offering the other Time Lord is friendship. Friendship and acceptance, as equals, each in their own right. Trust me.]