❛ i've been here longer than you have , BRAT , you get out of here ! ❜

"According to who? The Time Lords? I haven't been back to Gallifrey since the Time War."

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"They saved my lives," came the soft, velvety sound of a man half-gone from a truth serum. The smirk he'd been wearing since his arrival did not falter, but rather it darkened around the edges as the response is so freely given.

Vivid imagery danced across his limbic system as he imagined all of the ways in which The Master had both saved and destroyed him, again and again in various forms and fancies. Best friend, fiercest competitor, most villainous enemy- all contained in one singular, solitary lifeform that seemed to beckon to him like a siren from a craggy shoreline.

Theta's eyes drew narrow as his would-be captor circles in front of him, green eyes dilated and nostrils flaring, his gaze almost predatory despite being the one in binds. His telepathic signature shuddered, inky black and undulating gently.

His tongue trailed along the backs of his bottom teeth, counting them in order to dispel the visions in his mind and the thrumming pulsations of the serum, coursing through his veins, coating his hearts and procuring whatever tortured, poetic phrases they could muster.

"Their hearts understand mine… and I hate them and I love them and hate them all over again, you wouldn't understand, it's-- it's not so simple as what I think of them, it's… deeper than that, much more fragile and complex. One soul cleaved apart and forced into two separate vesselssssssss!" he ground out, jaw flexing beneath taut flesh as he cracked his neck, the serum sending him into an intoxication that was just light enough to be infuriating.

He growled sharply and lashed out against his binds, jerking forward so suddenly that the metal legs of the chair he was sitting on began to dent just so. Veins pulsated at his throat, and his teeth bared for a few moments as he strained against the binds that held him, causing them to cut into his flesh, hissing at the delicious sting of it.

Gone was the slightly intoxicated lilt in his voice, the almost-hazy look in his dilated green eyes.

"Oh, speak for yourself!"

Disgusting, the vulnerability that bursts past his resolve. More disgusting still, the Doctor's sullen selfish posturing.

The Doctor pauses briefly before letting out a regretful sigh. "I know. And I'm sorry...but we had also started going our separate ways long ago."

It was there, hidden away in the deep and long history they shared with each other-- the Master had become who they are now, trying to rule the universe, while the Doctor-- he was just an idiot with a blue box, trying to save the universe from his childhood friend and others. "After all these centuries and you still can't understand--- we don't have to rule the universe to see it and enjoy all it has to offer." He said with a smile. "Why must it always be like this between us?"

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