[He really REALLY doesn't want it to inspire entire fields of study.
He was listening, truly, and then some of it sinks in, and then he's just thinking of the Master, and he's feeling tired, old, and angry, and nothing else that Vexen rambles about matters to him.
Even if perhaps there might be some truth that his ship isn't as sentient as he sometimes leads himself to believe, putting hundreds of years of his personal baggage onto it.] Time isn't something to be controlled. It exists. It is. It's protected. [By him.] Whatever you think, whatever you hypothesize, know that.
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He was listening, truly, and then some of it sinks in, and then he's just thinking of the Master, and he's feeling tired, old, and angry, and nothing else that Vexen rambles about matters to him.
Even if perhaps there might be some truth that his ship isn't as sentient as he sometimes leads himself to believe, putting hundreds of years of his personal baggage onto it.] Time isn't something to be controlled. It exists. It is. It's protected. [By him.] Whatever you think, whatever you hypothesize, know that.