feral bastard in need of a hug

I thought about the Master regenerating and I couldn’t get this image out of my head & now neither can you

How limited of you to think I only use sketchbooks ;)

7th Doctor: “What? What do you mean?”

Death: “ Oh come on it’s been itching at the back of your mind all these years! Why do you think you feel so guilty?”

7th Doctor: He was my friend.

Death: You weren’t acting as his friend when you made that deal with me all those years ago.“

7th Doctor: "What do you mean?”

Death: “Think back Doctor. Think back. Think back to the day Torvic died. Think back to the deal you made with me then.

7th Doctor: "I….I can’t remember…”

Death: “That night…as you slept… That night when I came into your dreams.”

7th Doctor: “What are you saying?”

Death: “ This poor creature didn’t cause all this. He didn’t kill Torvic.”

7th Doctor: “No!”

Death: “You did. (Thunder) Poor little Doctor. Poor little Master. Nasty Little Torvic. He deserved to die, didn’t he?”

7th Doctor: “Nooo…”

Death: (Child crying) “Then why did you kill him?”

7th Doctor : (Child still crying louder than before then slowly fades out) “I…I….I didn’t…”

Death: “You did. Oh, we don’t blame you. You were just trying to save your friend. Seems like there is a bit of me in everyone. The ability to take another’s life. (wet squish sound) but as long as there’s justification …… You really don’t remember, do you? I could never make up my mind if you did or didn’t. YOU killed Torvic, Doctor; and by rights, you should have been mine. You should have been the Master and he should have been you, but well…. others had plans for you and so I had to make you an offer. I came to you that night as you lay there dreaming childish thoughts. I came to you in those dreams, and we made the deal. I let you make the choice. You….or him. You could live with the guilt and the torment and let it eat away at you until you became mine forever… Or.. you could be free and give your closest friend to me, and can you remember what you said?

Theta Sigma: (Childs Voice echoes) "Take him..”

7th Doctor: “It’s…not …true…”

Half-Mourning Dress

1910-1912