The Doctor slowly got to his feet. He didn't watch the Master strangling the life out of the guard. He didn't want to.
Roy Farne. He was a high-ranked guard for the Valeyard. They weren't close, but the Valeyard knew everything about him. If the Doctor concentrated, he could pull up memories from the Valeyard about Roy. Top of his class in physics. Allergic to nuts. Heterosexual. Enjoyed rugby. Non-smoker. Wanted to see the stars, at whatever cost. Harmless, until the Valeyard put a gun in his hands.
The Doctor could hear it as Roy Farne stopped struggling against the Master's grip. Could hear that final hiss as whatever air was left in his lungs was released. He could not feel remorse.
More footsteps, and another guard stepped inside.
"No!" the Doctor called out immediately. "Don't---not that one!"
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Date: 2011-12-21 05:24 am (UTC)Roy Farne. He was a high-ranked guard for the Valeyard. They weren't close, but the Valeyard knew everything about him. If the Doctor concentrated, he could pull up memories from the Valeyard about Roy. Top of his class in physics. Allergic to nuts. Heterosexual. Enjoyed rugby. Non-smoker. Wanted to see the stars, at whatever cost. Harmless, until the Valeyard put a gun in his hands.
The Doctor could hear it as Roy Farne stopped struggling against the Master's grip. Could hear that final hiss as whatever air was left in his lungs was released. He could not feel remorse.
More footsteps, and another guard stepped inside.
"No!" the Doctor called out immediately. "Don't---not that one!"