Duma looked at The Doctor and nodded. He didn't like using telepathy, it felt like cheating, like betraying God. Still, like Remiel said, his post in the Silver City was long taken over.
Some things can't. Things which are not good, or who are too good. He smiled, just a little.
You have been many places. Are you a great scholar, or a great warrior? Duma had known both. Ibriel the dreamer, who had ventured to as many worlds as he could dream of, whose dreams shaped the Silver City. Amenadiel the warrior, who had stood in conquering over peoples, until he too had been conquered. Duma was neither, all he did was listen.