Well, most people are alien to each other. The Doctor grins.
"It's all right, I understand. You're an idiot."
Because only an idiot would confuse sympathy with sentiment. He digs around in his pocket. He comes up with a pencil. But he doesn't hand it over just yet. He taps it against his free hand. He's debating if he wants to part with it.
"So why are you after something sentimental? Is it psychometry? Objects psychically imprinted with a person's history? Because, I've met people like that before. I say 'people', they were aliens."
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"It's all right, I understand. You're an idiot."
Because only an idiot would confuse sympathy with sentiment. He digs around in his pocket. He comes up with a pencil. But he doesn't hand it over just yet. He taps it against his free hand. He's debating if he wants to part with it.
"So why are you after something sentimental? Is it psychometry? Objects psychically imprinted with a person's history? Because, I've met people like that before. I say 'people', they were aliens."