"Don't say that." The Metacrisis Doctor's voice was rough and pained, and if she turned to look at him, she would see that pain reflected in his expression. "Don't. You have no idea how much it means to us, to any of us, to see you. To know that you're here. Alive. Maybe not all right. Maybe not safe. But ... " He broke off, not certain how to continue, how to express to Lucie how important she was. How important all of his companions were and had been. They were all special. So very, very special. Especially now, after the war.