"Or it will be," he continued. "They tell me their stories and I fold them in amongst the rest, within my memory. But even that grows too large for a single mind to encompass. Eventually, some pieces break away, and then, after some time, they grow. To have a life of their own. Short in comparison to mine, it's true. None of my children have lived long. But they live again. And that is what I do here, young Ianto Jones. I am not a god, but as I told you before, I share my gift of life as best I may."
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Date: 2008-12-24 08:51 am (UTC)Holy cow.