This Is How You Lose the Time War

Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.

But maybe this is how we win, Red.
You and me.
This is how we win.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You’ll never see, but you will know. I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you.

With all you are to me, and all you’ll always be, we can’t just go. We can’t just walk away.
But I will, if it leaves you living.

I love you, Blue.
Have I always? Haven’t I?

My appetites, that being flooded with Garden can’t seem to sate.
You, though, Red

You wish you could hold me at knifepoint again. You do, still, in a way.

How I love to have no armor here.

Be careful.
Yours,
Blue

I could have swallowed this valley whole and still not have sated my hunger for the thought.