This is very nearly too much for Calliope. The notion that she has somehow been granted another life, the revelation that she is now an actual troll, and this level of utterly unexpected compassion and protectiveness from what she knows are essentially still strangers, it's altogether overwhelming. These two have no reason to care about her, and actually quite a lot of reasons to want her gone very far away, yet here they are offering to reassure and even defend her out of the goodness of their hearts. There are rather a lot of emotions to feel at once and no good way to express them (since this is the wrong medium to be using emoticons in), so she ends up merely clutching the mirror to her chest and blinking against a few faintly green colored tears.
"That is unbelievably kind of you both," she manages to say, "and I could not have wished for more lovely and terrific people to encounter in this foreign place." She does, however, wish that she didn't have to refute their attempts at comfort and their optimism. Turning to Iman, she adds, "But this rift must be only one of the numerous cracks my brother's rampage is causing in the fabric of time and space. It isn't sentient, let alone interested in protecting me." Calliope looks as contrite as though that was her personal fault, before glancing up at the Doctor. "And while I have been able to determine that his deadly procession through any given universe is rather more restrained and rule-bound than his travels through the Furthest Ring, it is no less catastrophic. Perhaps I could hide within the infinite dimensions of your gorgeous box just as well as in dream bubbles, but I fear the end result would be just as inevitable..." She feels awful both for considering this and for doing what seems like ungratefully rejecting his offer of help, and so looks down at his shoes instead.
"I do not doubt that you are very brave and have oodles of experience with all sorts of dangers. But you do not know him like I do. He is no longer the spoiled prat I used to share a, a room with; he has reportedly become an exceptionally muscled and literally invincible monster! And I absolutely could not bear it if anything happened to either of you because of me..." So perhaps it would be best if she returned to where she came from. Though, selfishly, she doesn't offer that suggestion out loud.
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"That is unbelievably kind of you both," she manages to say, "and I could not have wished for more lovely and terrific people to encounter in this foreign place." She does, however, wish that she didn't have to refute their attempts at comfort and their optimism. Turning to Iman, she adds, "But this rift must be only one of the numerous cracks my brother's rampage is causing in the fabric of time and space. It isn't sentient, let alone interested in protecting me." Calliope looks as contrite as though that was her personal fault, before glancing up at the Doctor. "And while I have been able to determine that his deadly procession through any given universe is rather more restrained and rule-bound than his travels through the Furthest Ring, it is no less catastrophic. Perhaps I could hide within the infinite dimensions of your gorgeous box just as well as in dream bubbles, but I fear the end result would be just as inevitable..." She feels awful both for considering this and for doing what seems like ungratefully rejecting his offer of help, and so looks down at his shoes instead.
"I do not doubt that you are very brave and have oodles of experience with all sorts of dangers. But you do not know him like I do. He is no longer the spoiled prat I used to share a, a room with; he has reportedly become an exceptionally muscled and literally invincible monster! And I absolutely could not bear it if anything happened to either of you because of me..." So perhaps it would be best if she returned to where she came from. Though, selfishly, she doesn't offer that suggestion out loud.