The first thing that came to him was a wave of revulsion, whether it was the ship's or his own, he could not be sure. Even with the Master's own machinations, some time ago for her, at least she had been in working order in a perverted sense of the term.
He felt the connection, and there wasn't much to be done to stop it. His earlier words that he'd said to him about giving up came to the forefront of this mind as the bond began to form, and he let out a literal roar of frustration. He had been giving up! He should have dug deeper. but he let himself trust, if only just a little bit, and that was his first mistake.
He knew better. How many centuries gone by and he knew better.
The connection threw him, he hadn't been connected to a TARDIS since the War, and that one had died just as his own had before her. He was shaking with anger, all self control he had possessed moments earlier gone with the realizations of what had been done.
He was going to kill the Valeyard, and then he was going to make the Doctor suffer.
He tried to reign himself back under control, and took a step towards the console. He needed to work out how bad the damage was. The Valeyard would surely be on his heels, and he didn't need to be locked inside a mostly dead time ship with that thing ready to barrel in and no escape.
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Date: 2011-12-22 12:41 am (UTC)He felt the connection, and there wasn't much to be done to stop it. His earlier words that he'd said to him about giving up came to the forefront of this mind as the bond began to form, and he let out a literal roar of frustration. He had been giving up! He should have dug deeper. but he let himself trust, if only just a little bit, and that was his first mistake.
He knew better. How many centuries gone by and he knew better.
The connection threw him, he hadn't been connected to a TARDIS since the War, and that one had died just as his own had before her. He was shaking with anger, all self control he had possessed moments earlier gone with the realizations of what had been done.
He was going to kill the Valeyard, and then he was going to make the Doctor suffer.
He tried to reign himself back under control, and took a step towards the console. He needed to work out how bad the damage was. The Valeyard would surely be on his heels, and he didn't need to be locked inside a mostly dead time ship with that thing ready to barrel in and no escape.