"I will," he said, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.
Then, almost like in the cave weeks before, he leaned closer to him and touched his forehead to the Doctor's. He focused on a memory that came up earlier as they sat and spoke, a memory of huddling under a blanket together, whispering secrets in the night when they should have been asleep. It was a memory that the Master did not hold to, but one not made less by anything that came after those times.
Almost like they were something sacred, to be left unmarred by broken promises and bitter partings.
He brought it into the clearest clarity he could, and shared it with him. It was brief still, but he allowed the connection to persist for as long as he dared before slowly pulling back out of the Doctor's mind.
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Then, almost like in the cave weeks before, he leaned closer to him and touched his forehead to the Doctor's. He focused on a memory that came up earlier as they sat and spoke, a memory of huddling under a blanket together, whispering secrets in the night when they should have been asleep. It was a memory that the Master did not hold to, but one not made less by anything that came after those times.
Almost like they were something sacred, to be left unmarred by broken promises and bitter partings.
He brought it into the clearest clarity he could, and shared it with him. It was brief still, but he allowed the connection to persist for as long as he dared before slowly pulling back out of the Doctor's mind.