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I don't entirely approve of the point you've taken me from, but it could certainly be worse. I must say I'm enjoying myself, for the most part. ~~Should I be, considering - no, that's enough of that.~~

However.

Did I absolutely need to crash the TARDIS?

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*Need to? No, dear Doctor. Do you? More times than I care to recount.**

Well, I certainly never mean to.

*Well, that is true at least. And it does seem to vary from regeneration to regeneration.*

Some of me are indeed better drivers than others.

...No, that sentence doesn't quite work. English really isn't the language for this sort of thing.

*Indeed not. However, I do know your intent.*

But it wouldn't be... ohhhh, what's that phrase your mangy apes love to use? ...In-character otherwise, would it?

I've avoided crashing my ship plenty of times, thank you.

Really? I was beginning to think it was the only way you knew how to land.

At least I've a ship to land at all, which is more than I can say for some of us.

You always do.

*It makes both of our lives easier.*

[She pauses.]

*You do realize that as a starting point in a game. The chosen 'canon point' suits you. You were never the same after Sarn anyway.*

...No. No, I don't suppose I was.

Is it wrong of me, to feel better knowing he's alive? I don't there, of course.

*All Time Lords are linked, Doctor.*

[And she knows there will come a time when he will miss them more than he can possibly imagine.]

[Ohhhhh Doctor. Oh Doctor. Doctor. Didn't you get the memo? We simply do not go there. The Master stares at him with eyes like sullen coals. And when he finally speaks it's in a softer, far more dangerous voice.]

For now.

[his brow furrows, and then - oh

his voice softens, genuinely apologetic] I'm sorry. I'd... [he shakes his head] It's hard to wrap one's head around, really.

I don't suppose...there's any way to create more of them.

[He smiles, bitter, because sympathy from the Doctor? Far worse. Time to stick the knife in a bit in return.]

Since you burnt our planet to cinders, you mean? No. I don't think so.

[his expression hardens as his voice cools] I suppose I ought to have expected that.

Somehow it loses a bit of its edge, coming from a man who's destroyed - how many worlds, now?

Does it? [He doesn't think so, not with that face. But he'll play along.]

Maybe you're right. I suppose it was time you had a turn.

Hmm. Tell me, Master - are you angry that I destroyed Gallifrey at all, or that I did it first?

Angry? Oh no, Doctor. I'm not as hopelessly sentimental about our hallowed home as you are. Those moldy old stuffed shirts had it coming.

I just find it funny.

Really. You seemed a tad upset earlier.

[Shrug]

You did limit our resources a bit. I suppose that makes even your bucket of bolts a valued commodity. Funny little world, isn't it?

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