People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something. -- Anon Guest
"Why, though?" complained Holly. "Why does anything mean anything? It's all... it's all for nothing, in the end."
The Doctor sat by her. "I'm two and a half thousand years old. I've seen worlds born. I've seen worlds die. The same for civilisations. And people. The same levels of crap ebb and flow like the tide, over the centuries."
Holly huffed a laugh at that one.
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