Character: Ash

"Something like that," the Doctor replied absently.

- Well, of course! the Doctor exclaimed in a tone as if she had just told him where he had forgotten his glasses. - So let's go and get in the way!

“They are preparing for death. Those who live down there think that the far off will soon be here. He sighed, and only now, from his face, Zola guessed how tired he really was. Perhaps, deep down, the Doctor agreed with the common Gallifreans. “Therefore, they write down their thoughts and memories on these flashlights,” the Doctor continued, “and then send them on a journey through time and space. It is a gesture of despair. They are afraid they will die and be forgotten. They send memories to the farthest corners of the universe so that at least some trace remains after their death.

“Yes, if I have to,” Cinder replied, rolling her eyes. “Just don't walk on gravel. It's better to get your boots dirty than to lie in a ditch with a hole in your chest.

Ash pushed the dirt underfoot with the toes of his shoe. - All these miracles that you spoke of, all these worlds - you will destroy them all. Am I right? Every corner of the universe. When you stop there is nothing left. “Not if I can help,” the Doctor said. “That’s why I’m here, Zola. This is what I want to prevent, and that is why it is so important for me to find out what the Daleks are doing on Moldox. She nodded. Could she really trust this person - this Time Lord? There was something ... unusual about him. In his company, for the first time in many years, she felt that all this hell could end, that there was hope. It was a completely new feeling for her, and she was not ready to accept it easily.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" she asked, raising her gun. “Because I saved your life,” said the Time Lord. - And also because you do not at all look like a murderer and the battery of your emitter is completely discharged. He returned to the console and flipped the toggle switches.

“And it's bigger,” added Ash.

- What are you talking about? - Asked Zola, with difficulty restraining her displeasure. - Look at yourself. You definitely need my help. - Oh really? Zola asked indignantly and shook her head, amazed at his arrogance. - In your help? “That's right,” the stranger replied.

You said to the people of Luna need a revolutionary. - She lifted her chin and looked Kai in the eye. So I'll go to the moon to stage a revolution.

It is easier to make others believe you're beautiful if you believe that you really are beautiful. But the mirror telling you the truth.

Difficult times require bold decisions.