Awash
Water. How it runs across my fingers, trying its best to sweep them away... Do I enjoy it? Possibly.
Master Wallace's training sessions are as rigorous as ever. Had it not been for Lady Serra's assertiveness, I probably would have had tonight's meal in my most disgraceful state yet... but I guess I should thank her for it; after all, who doesn't enjoy the company of their closest companions?
Dirt, dirt, go away; I'll meet thee another day.
Water. How it runs across my hands, trying its best to sweep them away... Do I enjoy it? Possibly.
I guess even a twig like me had the strength to carry a lady to safety; I'll thank Master Wallace after I'm done here. Merciful Elimine, I beg of thee to spare Lady Florina from the earth's call; let me lie in her place if you must!
Blood, blood, go away; let's not meet again, if I may...
Water. How it runs across my body, trying its best to sweep it away... Do I enjoy it? Possibly.
Why I gave rest to my foes, I do not know. Why I chose to guide, to measure lives, I do not know. Why I thought human-shaped shells deserved proper burial... I do not know.
No, that last one was a lie... I do know. To respect the quintessence- the souls- these puppets had... that was my rationalization.
Filth, filth, go away; flee from me, I must say!
Water. How it runs across me, trying its best to sweep me away... Do I enjoy it? Possibly.
I am now one with my closest consultant. I shall follow the ebb and flow. Will I drift to shore, to a ship, to lands unknown? Will it drag me into the endless abyss? Let it decide, for I am tired- very, very tired...
I hear splashing... and it sounds like Master Dart. So I avoided the celebrations for most of the night. So I fell overboard the Davros. Big whoop.
I just want to see one endless blue while basking in another... is that too much to ask?
...Since I'm now face-down on soaked wood, it apparently was.
Grief, grief, go away; where's my reprieve for keeping thee at bay?
Yes: Moral of the story: learn how to swim.
