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I don't think they can be answered. Not fully. Though there is a sort of answer, and some suggestions. Someone asked, accused, announced, suggested... the Doctor? Or was it just, The Doctor. A statement, question, or something of a rhetorical natured phrase? Something or such, so... and with the song of the bird in the bush but on the wind all at once?
Of course not. Test, check, listen, discern, trust is a thing on a line of time, as people see things. Trust, at least a bit. Even so, verify. Three blind mice. The clock struck one, the other two got away with minor injuries. Smile, damn it.
This time is different. I can, again, be kind. While I can't tell all, I am pretty sure, this time, there will be time. No bitter tears before life takes a flight as it should. Or, so I am lead to believe. A return to a past, a different one, and not. Never a hero. Heroes not only die, they stay dead. The living are not among the vaunted of man or... other.
How indeed. I cannot ask another to be what I cannot be. Or... can I?
It seems there are doubts. I do not believe what I wrote, or initially, about this next has been read. If so, it hasn't been understood. I have never claimed... some things. I have had my doubts. Some places remind me of when I was a child in a candy store. And yet, when queried, even with my disclaimers, this has been the one thing no woman has suggested. Quite the opposite, even from my last, a queen of darkness, who often looked for even unfair ways to dig at me. She bubbled up and laughed, suggesting that was the only reason she loved me, but that it was good enough to do so. As well, I really don't like head. While I do claim to, at times, be a one-sided rat bastard... that... isn't the point or the problem. I don't aim to satisfy, that just happens to be a side-effect, I suppose. All I can say for that.
As to the final answer? I have given it, time and again. Either you believe or you do not. I cannot affect that other than how I have.
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