A huge thanks to the incredible @rosenkranz-does-things for fulfilling this commission for me—a poster for my fic Send in the Clowns. ;w;
“Now listen here, Professor Song,” he croaks, his voice stumbling out a little hoarser than he thought it would, “I came here of my own accord. I’ve chosen to get to know you better. We’re on even ground if I can do that, you know, if I can make a choice—free will and all.” She made a choice in that Library, and he’s making the same one now in a space station, a tavern, a bar, a fleeting moment. It feels just as cosmically profound as it did then and a little bit underwhelming all at the same time, lacking the gravity of her ultimate sacrifice. River’s smile fades, and she turns away from him again, taking another swill of her drink that drains it dry. “Ah, but that’s the thing you haven’t learned yet, Doctor,” she exhales softly, looking plaintively into the empty glass, swirling the ice. “We’re always on uneven ground, even the times when we’re almost not.”
