(no need to cry, love)First, I'm talking about the blob that we fought. Second, Amy is the shape-shifter who tried to kill you. And third, I love you but...I can't have this feeling everyday. Promise me. Swear on your unborn children that this kind of stuff won't happen again.
I look at the view while talking."I'm tired of feeling like this. Do you have any idea of how I feel everyday with you? Tortured. Because there's always something that threatens our lives: the blob, Amy, you dissapearing, starving. Everyday I fear that you'll die that day. And it's killing me inside." I look at you."What did I do to deserve this?
(...meat?)"You weren't kidding. That is starving to death. When I was in caves, I didn't have any food. I tried to eat rocks at first but I almost chocked. So I trained myself. I just imagine a food and pretend eating it. Let's say, I want to have an apple. I imagine eating an apple. I can feel the taste and feel the feeling of eating an apple. So I can't starve to death. But why are you hungry this much?" I pause and realise." How could I've been so selfish? You couldn't absorb energy because of me. If we didn't spend the day in bed, you wouldn't starve. This is all my fault!" Tears roll down from my eyes. I cover my face with my hooves.