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He lives without the fear of death, his superior physiology making it harder for the reaper to claim him.
He lives without limits, the entire universe his playground.
He lives without reservation, taking advantage of every moment.
But now, things have changed.
He can’t live without her smile, voice, touch or scent. He needs her grace and her compassion more than he needs air or water.
He needs her, only her, and he’d gladly live with the fear, limits and reservations… If it means he has her.
He lives without a lot of things. He can’t live without Rose Tyler.