The Master did not set aside the book he had been perusing yet, eyes rolling to land on the device.
"I'm here."
He had to be careful. He had to be certain it was the Doctor, but his fingers tightened briefly on the cover of the book. The past week had felt like an eternity, it reminded him of older, deeper wounds that he failed to acknowledge at the best of times.
It reminded him of the weak child he used to be, that somehow seemed more prominent in his mind due to recent events. He was not prone to sentimentality, but he found himself slipping into it more often in the Valeyard's extended presence.
He found himself wanting, no needing, his best friend and old enemy back, if only for a brief span.
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"I'm here."
He had to be careful. He had to be certain it was the Doctor, but his fingers tightened briefly on the cover of the book. The past week had felt like an eternity, it reminded him of older, deeper wounds that he failed to acknowledge at the best of times.
It reminded him of the weak child he used to be, that somehow seemed more prominent in his mind due to recent events. He was not prone to sentimentality, but he found himself slipping into it more often in the Valeyard's extended presence.
He found himself wanting, no needing, his best friend and old enemy back, if only for a brief span.