[Relief in the disappointment. He strolls away from Rassilon, still steepling his fingers. Not walking away so much as pacing in thought.] I saw the deck. It was incredible. The stars, the lights, the plants in their cube. [What? It's not a dome. And it protects the plants from the elements. Obviously it's a cube, so that's what he calls it. Not like Gallifreyans have all that much green for greenhouses.]
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