[Jenny is grateful when River approaches the pod, greeting the figure inside tenderly, giving Jenny a moment to tackle the jumble of emotion/intuition/confusion that overwhelms her for a few seconds. There are suddenly so many things at war in her head that need the time to settle.
On one hand, this is not a face her logical brain recognizes, something she'd been prepared for thanks to River's explanation. On the other, there is a very deeply ingrained instinct she hadn't previously been aware of that hits her full force -- the inexplicable and undeniable recognition of her father. It makes sense, she supposes, if Time Lords regenerate more or less consistently throughout their lives. How else would people recognize one another, if their physical appearance wasn't so much lesser than their presence?
Under other circumstances, would she even have noticed right away that her father had literally changed bodies? Had they stumbled into one another on the street, Jenny suspects she might have stupidly asked if he had changed his hair or something equally benign, before recognizing the regeneration for what it was.
And at the same time, there is a tickle of something inside her that tells her this is her father before Jenny was born, like some kind of paradox warning alarm. Does it matter here, if they are, as Jenny suspects, somewhere outside of normal time?]
He won't know me if he wakes up. He's too young.
[Outside of the disappointment and sad longing that takes her a little off guard, Jenny wonders if she ought to be afraid that she knows that information without having to ask. She's not.]
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On one hand, this is not a face her logical brain recognizes, something she'd been prepared for thanks to River's explanation. On the other, there is a very deeply ingrained instinct she hadn't previously been aware of that hits her full force -- the inexplicable and undeniable recognition of her father. It makes sense, she supposes, if Time Lords regenerate more or less consistently throughout their lives. How else would people recognize one another, if their physical appearance wasn't so much lesser than their presence?
Under other circumstances, would she even have noticed right away that her father had literally changed bodies? Had they stumbled into one another on the street, Jenny suspects she might have stupidly asked if he had changed his hair or something equally benign, before recognizing the regeneration for what it was.
And at the same time, there is a tickle of something inside her that tells her this is her father before Jenny was born, like some kind of paradox warning alarm. Does it matter here, if they are, as Jenny suspects, somewhere outside of normal time?]
He won't know me if he wakes up. He's too young.
[Outside of the disappointment and sad longing that takes her a little off guard, Jenny wonders if she ought to be afraid that she knows that information without having to ask. She's not.]