tell me about rory. fantastic rory, funny rory, gorgeous rory.
'Say something i'm giving up on you,
i’m sorry i could not get to you.
Anywhere i would have followed you.
Say something i’m giving up you’
They’re the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.
Amy Pond. All alone. The Girl Who Didn’t Make Sense. How could I resist?