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[thecricketer]

You will take absolutely any opportunity to torment me, won't you? Does my grief and remorse entertain you?

Don't answer that, please. I believe I can work it out for myself.

You're a sad, sadistic little person.

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[failassassin]

A sad, sadistic little person? Well, it's a good thing that we have experience dealing with those now, is it.

OH MY GOSH <3

[thecricketer]

[and suddenly he's beaming]

True, I can hardly say I'm not prepared for this sort of thing.

YOU KNOW ME ACTUALLY, this is Kates who you met through Toast. c:

[failassassin]

We're practically masters at that sort of thing. Or, at least you are.

Oh, hi there! :D

[thecricketer]

I think you've become quite adept at it.

Heya. c:

[failassassin]

Unfortunately. You know, Doctor, when I agreed to travel with you, I didn't know that I would be spending my time fighting off every sort of sadists in the universe.

[Well that's probably because he thought he'd kill the Doctor, BUT SEMANTICS.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

But that's my job, dear.

[timesbureaucrat]

It certainly entertains me.

[Quiet, Narvin, you're too fog-drugged to enjoy it anyway.]

[truth_is_cold]

I would admire it as an effective tactic by muns, if they didn't do it only for their own entertainment.

late reply is late

[thecricketer]

[the Doctor very politely doesn't mention this]

Ah, but it's such a character-building experience!

[thecricketer]

And you're ever so good at it. Unfortunately, you aren't around to pester me.

[thecricketer]

I'm sorry, weren't you calling plaintively for Romana?

[thecricketer]

I might accept it, were it for some noble end, but it most certainly isn't.

[ofdrumsthesound]

No? Why not?

[thecricketer]

A small matter of my having murdered you in cold blood.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Why?

[thecricketer]

[a thin, tired smile] All of those reasons I should have done it a century before. Another world was dying around us. How many did that make, Master?

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[ofdrumsthesound]

I . . . I don't know. *He sighs.* But you're my hope. You're all that's left of the life I should've had, even though I don't know how to stop.

Do you know why I went mad, Doctor? I've finally found out.

oh he knows

[thecricketer]

Yes, I'm sure you dearly wish you could.

Please, enlighten me.

[timesbureaucrat]

I most certainly was not! [Evidence is there on the network, yet still Narvin will lie.]

:D

[ofdrumsthesound]

The High Council did it. They sent me a message from the future through the Schism. It's been in my head this whole time, getting louder as I got closer to the time they needed me to respond to it.

I didn't obey, I killed them, but the war drums are still going. And I can't fight, they're too loud and insistant. They removed who I should've been, erased him from history, killed him so thoroughly that I can't even imagine him anymore, to win a war that could not be won and free the nameless things that in your time no one will admit are possible.

[thecricketer]

[this is his sceptical face] Really.

[thecricketer]

Oh? I must have been seeing things.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Who're you gonna believe, Narvin or your own eyes?]

I was addressing Romana, true, but I was not plaintive.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yes! Of course the cause hasn't happened yet for you, won't for another few lives.

And Doctor, it was me or you. Either of us could've gotten that signal, we were the two available.