Jack had thought the rot of the Death's Spiral had been horrific, but that seemed nothing in comparison to this. This was living, but scarred and damaged and angry, covered in death in a somehow more real way than that planet. Dead animals, bodies. What was this place? It made Jack wonder if it wasn't that the Master was an exception to the rule amongst the Time Lords, maybe the Doctor was. Were they all like the Master? So hell bent on destruction, just because they could? Just to watch it crumbling beneath their fingers.
If Jack had had a respect for the Doctor before, it had increased a hundred times over seeing this place. How had he managed to be different?
"No such thing," Jack said, looking over at the Doctor. "You wouldn't think it," he said quietly, watching him. "That you're from this. Doctor, you're so much better."
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Date: 2009-11-13 07:27 am (UTC)If Jack had had a respect for the Doctor before, it had increased a hundred times over seeing this place. How had he managed to be different?
"No such thing," Jack said, looking over at the Doctor. "You wouldn't think it," he said quietly, watching him. "That you're from this. Doctor, you're so much better."