[ The Doctor is the same in some respects. Obviously it wasn’t pleasant to die, nor would it ever be by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it wasn’t the end of…everything. However something else had shifted in his mind that he was mildly aware of; now that he had been gifted this new set of lives, the thought of the death of who he was currently wasn’t very appealing.

He was just starting to gain his footing again. He was just an idiot with (or rather sans) a blue box. The gravity of his title, his purpose, seemed lighter with that in mind. Who knew what the next regeneration would bring.

But again, those were thoughts he didn’t like dwelling on for too long. He hums. ]

That sounds more or less in line with the gods I’ve met. That doesn’t sound like very good working conditions though. Do you talk to him often?

[ Ie. Can he speak to him now? ]