And just like that, in a few sentences, he shatters her faith into tiny pieces.
He's always been a master of words; no, not words, but people. Stupid, amazing people, who wear their emotions as clothes, visible as anything, begging to be read and understood. It was so simple, so obvious that Amy trusted him above anything.
It was so simple to bring her down, too.
Six words for a Prime Minister.
Three words for a blonde and her prize.
One word for his life.
He could've done it in fifteen words, but all their lives depended on it, so he had to be thorough. Fifteen sentences, that he could've reduced to five, and a slight telepathic nudge in the right direction.
The reason he was so good, that his words held so much power, was that they were true. Every successfully manipulative word he'd uttered was true, down to the very core.
He was stronger than before. He didn't 'let' them go anymore than he 'let' them come. He made them come, but this time, he was strong enough to make them go.
Drabble, because no-one that I can discuss it with has seen the episode yet and I need to get some stuff out of my system.
That episode was AMAZING.
AND I LOV-ED IT. 38D