01; The days come to you like sailors [You watch them as they drift away]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[He appears on the plane and instantly spins around, startled and instantly confused. This isn't where he was a moment ago and it certainly isn't where he was expecting to go.

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and holds it aloft, testing for...well, anything recognizable. That failing, he opts for a more conventional tactic.]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[It's going to be a very long day.]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Much better. Not very eloquent, but better!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

How can you delight in slaughtering people?

How can I, in any universe, allow you to do that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

How can you delight in saving people? It's just a different choice of pastime, Doctor. My position on the matter is as defensible as yours.

A very long year, and some very desperate justifications.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

People deserve a chance. As much of a chance as you do.

I spent a very long year with you as well, Master. It doesn't make war-creation a proper pasttime. No matter what our ancestors thought, we're not gods.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[this sentence has been SUPERSATURATED with mockery. The mockery is beginning to crystalise at the bottom of the beaker]

Not even Lonely ones?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes and returns it with an equally (if not quite as maliciously) mocking comment]

Lonely God. Ooooh, I like that. Could write a song out of it. It would need the right sort of beat, though.

[pointed look]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you also going to cling to that drum beat, then? Going to pretend it explains away my actions as those eof a madman?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I think madness would be too kind for me, Master. To see you and just think that you've gone mad.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good! I wouldn't want to see you try to takee the easy way out. It wouldn't surprise me, but you know what they say: hope springs eternal.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Easy way out? Easy way out?

I have to clean up your messes! Fix your evil! If you want to not try the easy way out, try fighting the things that do what you do! Be heroic for once.

But no, that would mean you'd have to stop thinking about yourself, and that's too frightening a thought for you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am the one who leaves behind messes? I'm the one who topples governments and alters civillisations without a second thought to how I might have changed them? I'm the one who upsets the balance of societies across space time, pats myself on the back for my act of noble heroism, and then runs off without a thought to posterity?

I know what I do. I'm happy with who I am. You can't say the same.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And what are you doing that makes you so happy with yourself now? Fighting a game with me? Is that all you have to make you happy, Master? Making me miserable?

No, I don't think you are.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Wrong! Being happy with a situation and being happy with who you are, those are different matters entirely. Try again.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

So you're not happy with yourself then? I never was very good at understanding your circular logic.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Or listening, apparently. I like myself a great deal. And oh, look. Hypocrisy. 'Circular logic' indeed. At least I don't explain time as a tangled ball of string.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[mild, bruised-ego pout]

It's a perfectly logical metaphor.

And since when do you explain anything? Short of while laughing and about thirty seconds before I escape whatever you had planned.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's a sad and sorry excuse for allegorical explainations. It doesn't say anything.

Funny, I thought we spent a pleasant year together during which you got to hear explainations.