Again, Robin simply listened with visible irritation as the Doctor went on and on. As she looked at him, his words seemed to fade away and all she saw was him. Then, even he faded away, and she was plunged into his memories almost as though she had gone down a slide. As the images raced past, his words drifted through her through a fog.<br/><br/>She saw people and aliens, some looking at the Doctor with awe, others with fear, and a few with pure love. She saw things he had done, good and bad, wonderful and horrifying. Here he was cradling an alien as she breathed her last; there, he was sending hundreds of thousands of creatures into the void of space, never to be seen or heard from again. It made her tremble with fear... But also served to harden her resolve.<br/><br/>As the images faded away, she looked at the Doctor, tears threatening to spill again. Slowly, she stood and walked to him. She took his hand and looked at it as she spoke.<br/><br/>"You're right," she said, her voice quiet but sincere. "I don't know you. I know you're dangerous. And frankly, you terrify me. You're big and powerful and you live for... well, a long time, I think. You destroy things and places and people, and you are the scariest person I've ever met in my life." At this, she inhaled deeply, and then looked up into his eyes. A fire seemed to have been lit inside her, and her voice became impassioned as she spoke again.<br/><br/>"But I know something. I know that you<em>are</em>wonderful. And beautiful, and good. You don't do anything you don't have to... And after who knows how many years, the fact that you are even saying how sorry you are is amazing. I'm sure that anyone else with your life span would forget what even the definition of remorse is. You are incredible, Doctor. You defy everything I think I know about how things work." Her voice broke with the emotional strain, and she cleared her throat before continuing.<br/><br/>"Also, since you are so destructive... You need someone with you. That's why you invited me in the first place. You need someone with you, to keep you company and keep you from doing something you know you'll regret. You need a friend and a partner. And I'm not any normal person. I've got something weird with<em>my</em>brain that can help you sort out<em>yours.</em>" Nervously, she tugged at her locket again, fingering the delicate gold chain.<br/><br/>"Now," she said, giving him a feeble smile and smoothing his anorak down over his arms, "stop arguing, because you know I'm right." A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she let it go, smiling up at the Doctor with more conviction.<br/><br/>"Also, self-deprecation is not a very attractive quality. But I guess you have so many of those you've got to have one thing wrong with you."