You have replaced every piece of yourself. Mechanic or organic. Time and time again. There’s not a trace of the original you left.
the twelfth doctor needs a steampunk sonic screwdriver and no one can convince me otherwise.
[clara please, eh, for me? h e l p h i m.
goodbye clara. miss ya]
h e a s k e d y o u a q u e s t i o n .
w i l l y o u h e l p m e ?[clara … give him hell, he’ll always need it.]
d: i don’t think that i’m a hugging person now.
c: i’m not sure you get a vote …
d: whatever you say.