He doesn't answer right away. Instead, Jamie carefully sets the chanter down on a free space on the meat-couch, and pulls out his Omnicomm from where he usually keeps it in his sporran.
While he's still fairly slow at using the device, it's clear that he's handled it enough by now that he knows what he's doing. It takes him a minute or two, but he does find what he's looking for, and offers the device out to the Doctor.
There's a list of names there that seems to stretch on and on. Over five thousand souls lost.
"It was for them," Jamie says finally, his voice quite soft. "They died when some of the crew went to free the bridge. One of the crew died as well. He was..." Not a friend, no. But someone Jamie thought he could have at least gotten to know better, and he regrets he never did. "He died to save the rest of us."
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While he's still fairly slow at using the device, it's clear that he's handled it enough by now that he knows what he's doing. It takes him a minute or two, but he does find what he's looking for, and offers the device out to the Doctor.
There's a list of names there that seems to stretch on and on. Over five thousand souls lost.
"It was for them," Jamie says finally, his voice quite soft. "They died when some of the crew went to free the bridge. One of the crew died as well. He was..." Not a friend, no. But someone Jamie thought he could have at least gotten to know better, and he regrets he never did. "He died to save the rest of us."