His writer found fanfiction. [Canon - Big Finish Audios]

[failedreintegration]

I distinctly remember you saying last night "I should sleep tonight."

When did you change your mind?

[and then he looks very, very serious.] Leela would not appreciate it. Not at all.

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[liberal_gallifreyan]

[A 'well, you're dead, but still polite' smile.] Bringing out Leela, Andred? No punches pulled there.

[failedreintegration]

Madam president. [Apart from that sarcastic tone that he can't get out of his head anymore he looks amused for a moment. And then annoyed]

It's not as if she's here to see it is she? And my writer defines the true definition of the word savage - reading all of that. She deserves the punches.

[liberal_gallifreyan]

[Her eyebrow raises, but since she killed him, she's going to give him some slack.] I'm not sure. This nexus can have strange surprises. You're more inclined to find Doctors though.

I wasn't aware reading and savagery went together, but then the normal Gallifreyan use of the word is possibly laughable once you've met Leela.

[failedreintegration]

[He still can't help but looking punched every time someone says her name.] The doctor and his funny dog. I have yet to come across any.

[liberal_gallifreyan]

[She feels guilty at that, not that it takes much, but she's not a murderer by nature, no matter what Pandora has done to her.] He's without his dog and a great deal more... sensitive now. Probably best you avoid him. [He might start crying or something.]

[failedreintegration]

...sensitive?.

[Despite all of that, everything that happened - he laughs]

Pity. I liked the dog. [translation: I liked him]

[liberal_gallifreyan]

As in something's hurt him. Which knowing the Doctor could well be anything. He doesn't usually wear it on his sleeve...

[She quirked an eyebrow.] There's a certain charm.

[failedreintegration]

Forgive me I'm not running up to comfort him. I have my own dilemmas to deal with.

[Eyebrow raise] I knew I'd make commander if I had a dog like that.

[Lies. His promotion? All leela's support]

[liberal_gallifreyan]

You asked.

I think you're underestimating K9's ego, Andred.

[failedreintegration]

He's a good dog. He deserves to have a little bit of an ego. Loving, supporting..

[liberal_gallifreyan]

Are you going to pronounce you're undying love for K9, Andred?

[failedreintegration]

I don't -

love. I'm simply stating his usefulness.

[liberal_gallifreyan]

I'm well acquainted with K9's usefulness. [It's said with a heavy weight, she's lost him too, for now.]

[failedreintegration]

Yes of course you are. And Leela's too I have no doubt.

[liberal_gallifreyan]

He was lost very soon after your... after you. But yes, he was a good dog too.

[failedreintegration]

[He can't keep the scorn out of his voice and it's hard to imagine if it's real or ...well. Imaginary. If it's him or his other half - his better half as Torvald would say.]

You have a nasty tendency to loose things Madam President. Difficult task for a ruler.

[but he sits heavily and doesn't look at her or at anyone else for a good moment.]

[liberal_gallifreyan]

I've noticed. [All she has left is Narvin and who knows what'll take before she loses him?]

[failedreintegration]

What's this? Admitting to faults? From you?

[liberal_gallifreyan]

It's been a long time since you, Andred. I've lost everything. [A soft, mirthless laugh.] Except the Presidency, of course.

[failedreintegration]

[Of course - because they'd leave the world in the hands of a weakling.

Of course - because you were careless and now Leela is dead and probably who else knows.

Of course - because you're a fool, a stupid fool and I wasn't there to help any of you when you needed me]

...I'm sorry.

[liberal_gallifreyan]

[She didn't expect that. Why would she? She was responsible for his death. He hated her and while she had been in the right then, as far as she was concerned, she certainly can't claim that now.] Don't be, Andred. I've earned it. Leela was right to go. [She's clearly broken by her leaving.]

[failedreintegration]

[Once they were friends.

Once. Andred hates her too but once he had hopes. He's sorry those hopes are lost]

And you still haven't seen her.

[Two people grieving for the best of them.]

[liberal_gallifreyan]

No. I'm sure Narvin would track her down if I needed her, but she needs time.

[failedreintegration]

If you needed her.

[His eyes narrow] and the good coordinator?

[liberal_gallifreyan]

If she needed me, I am in no position to hide. [Romana's generally confused on the subject of Narvin. Mostly because he's earned her trust.] Stalwart and true, I suppose, my Chancellor, out of necessity. The version of Gallifrey where we currently reside is a savage place, until recently, a slave economy and my predecessor, a equally savage version of me, was not popular to begin with.

[failedreintegration]

...What??

[liberal_gallifreyan]

I told you, I lost everything? That includes our Gallifrey. We searched for a new one.

[failedreintegration]

How in Rassilion's name could you loose our Gallifrey? You...

[He can't even. Standing up he paces a few feet away before looking back] After all that!

[liberal_gallifreyan]

Her name's Pandora. And what you went through, Andred, was nothing compared to what was to come.

[failedreintegration]

...Pandora.

[One hand over his chest.]

[liberal_gallifreyan]

[She nodded.] With Darkel. And Valyes.