The Master came to the Doctor and explained to him, how he was the destroyer and the creator of worlds. And that was how it should be, Time Lords manipulating and mastering the inferior. He told the Doctor in colourful, macabre detail of all the wonders of his world that was soon to come. When he returned from the ecstasy of his dream, he leaned across the table to the Doctor and whispered to him in secret. “Doctor, because you know the pain of destruction first hand, I’ll give you one, single mercy. One that you never had the chance to make with home.” The politician grinned and his prisoner watched him suspiciously. “You may save three things from this world. Only three. And the rest will be wiped away.” The eyes that stared back at him... Oh... he could see the name reflected in them... the oncoming storm. After a momentary silence, the Master asked again. The Doctor replied quietly; “Nothing.” The Master was surprised. “Not even you?” And the Doctor smiled back. “Not even me.” | ||||
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