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He said nothing.
He removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled heavily. He set his glasses on the stainless steel tray with a soft 'clink' that echoed loudly.
"I'm sorry, Donna." He spoke quietly, fixing her slowly with darkened eyes. "I am really, very sorry. I am." He waited. The room was very still. "But I'm not the one you should be angry with."
She pressed her lips together into a thin line.
"We're both in this together, Donna. And I'm not any happier with it than you are."
Her voice was low, tinged dark. "Don't you dare say this is the same for you."
He said nothing.
She turned with a shake of her head, wry smile twisting her mouth.
"You know I would never have taken you to Serall if I'd known what—"
She lifted an apathetic hand and he stopped.
He studied the profile of her face a moment before saying, "There's no way I could have foreseen this happening." Quiet finality.
Narrowed blue eyes connected with his. She barked out a harsh laugh with no mirth in it. "Some bloody Time Lord you are."
He held her gaze until she twisted away.
After a time he spoke. "I can terminate it," he said, too calmly. "If that's what you want. It's simple."
And her entire demeanour changed. A ghost of panic flickered across her features; receded. Her face was carefully blank. A distance had settled in her eyes.
She suddenly seemed much smaller.
She drew a forearm across her stomach, a slow, absent movement that did not go unnoticed.
"I—" She swallowed, shook her head once in a sharp motion. "I need to think about it."
His tone was even and impassive. "It's your decision."
She said nothing as she slid down from the cold table.
The Time Lord's eyes tracked her from the room. The door swung shut with a hollow metallic 'click'. He released a breath, rubbing a weary hand across his face, through his hair. He switched off the display screen and it faded back to black. He watched it for a long time without seeing it.
He already knew what her answer would be.