Lucy thinks if she keeps very quiet--which is not a problem, considering what the castle took from her--she can hear pieces of her mind splintering away. Little slivers of her sanity, cracking and flaking into nothingness. It's been this way for a while, creeping and growing steadily like her head's the inside of a pressure cooker. It's said that ( Read more... )

She has a moment of weakness, after she closes her journal and sets her pen down and goes outside the Danger Room to wait. She really does care for this Doctor--cares for him a great deal, in fact. Sometimes, she thinks she may even love him a little, in the same vein as the way she loved her father. (Because she could never love another person the ( Read more... )