"Well I'm glad you are," Jack whispered back before glancing down at his feet, kicking off the insects that were crawling over his thin slippers.
"And anyway," he said, diceptively chirpy, "it's not all bad to be different. You're not the only one, Doctor."
He stepped into line behind the Doctor, but part of him felt it was wrong, the Doctor was the one with a weapon, not him. Okay it might not be a gun, but it could still do a great deal of damage. That wasn't something he wanted to see the Doctor have to do.
"They've got it all very well thought out, haven't they? Like a big toy set. Do they all have that tendency, Doctor?" he thought back to the Master, and how he so enjoyed treating Jack like a toy. It made him think of this.
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"And anyway," he said, diceptively chirpy, "it's not all bad to be different. You're not the only one, Doctor."
He stepped into line behind the Doctor, but part of him felt it was wrong, the Doctor was the one with a weapon, not him. Okay it might not be a gun, but it could still do a great deal of damage. That wasn't something he wanted to see the Doctor have to do.
"They've got it all very well thought out, haven't they? Like a big toy set. Do they all have that tendency, Doctor?" he thought back to the Master, and how he so enjoyed treating Jack like a toy. It made him think of this.