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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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She died. What use is a dead TARDIS? And I don't mean 'dead' in the way that means they've been thrown off to the TARDIS graveyard. I mean she was gone. Broken and quite gone. So I got a new one, as you do with tools.

[stares, stunned and horrified] ...how? How did she...? [closes her eyes] When did it happen? I have been gone so long, I...

My, my, I never thought I'd hear that.

[takes one step forward, placing his palm above her heart, and speaks in the language of their home]

The sound of the breaking of a TARDIS's heart.

[she can't understand him, though she can guess. she doesn't move when he touches her, staring at him forlornly] Was it the War, Master? Tell me that, at least.

She did not suffer that.

[she wants to know. she wants to know so badly, but fears asking again and being rejected or mocked. in the end, her need to know wins out] What broke her?

[steps in again, slipping a hand onto her shoulder and whispering in her ear]

The Time Lords destroyed her before they executed me.

[shakes her head] You're lying. They wouldn't ... they would have no reason to execute her. They cannot be so cruel as that!

[and he takes two steps back, still facing her, clasping his hands together]

Oh, you know well that they are. You know what Time Lords are. "Thou Shalt Not Interfere," and that's it. When you feel the War - when you suffer that battle - you will learn of the Time War. Maybe you'll even learn of the darkest parts of it, the parts dear Romanadvoratrelundar did her best to shield the Doctor from.

You didn't think I got good at making Paradox Machines as a renegade, did you? That was fully supported by the Council.

[TARDISes don't usually get sick, but at his words, she grows ill, any and all colour bleeding from her until she's almost nothing, just a pale waif, staring at him] They destroyed her for no reason, for simply doing as she must, as they bred her to do ... and then allowed the cannibalisation of my kind? How ... how could they? How could you? We are alive, Master! Does that mean nothing to any of you?

[and he laughs, right in her face]

Of course not.

[glares right back at him] You did not deserve her. She should have had more than you. Perhaps it's better that she died than have to suffer you.

You did love her. Ohh, you poor fool. You loved her. Nearly killed her on more than one occasion, but loved her. It's sweet.

I would not have killed her. I could never have done so, no matter what the Doctor asked. [sets her jaw, not backing down] Is my love for her any different than yours for the Doctor? Is it that strange that I might care for one of my own?

You know, I think you just compared yourself to me. Aren't you the one who always says we're nothing alike?

[twitch] Yes, well. One similarity among innumerably differences is allowable, I should suppose. The difference being I never sought to harm her. I derived no pleasure from her suffering. I suppose that makes me more like the Doctor, now doesn't it?

Oh, now, that's not true. The Doctor has acted quite maliciously against me over the centuries.

Only when you deserved it. He did not seek you out to inflict pain.

'Deserved' it? Those are the words of vengeance, not justice. You're quite the little toy monster, aren't you? No wonder my TARDIS always tried to avoid you.

And you are so familiar with their distinction? I have never claimed nobility, Master. I am not contained by your morality. Nor am I a toy monster. She did not avoid me! She never avoided me!

Very familiar, and with those words of yours, too.

Didn't she? When was the last time you two got to interact, hm? Or rather, as she's already dead in your universe, what was the last thing you said to her?

Edited 2008-07-28 01:24 (UTC)

What does it matter to you what was said between us? It cannot be changed now.

She was my TARDIS.

And you did not care for her. Why should I tell you anything about a creature you showed no concern for but whom I loved?

I'll take it if you won't speak it.