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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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Then what are we even arguing about?

Arguing about arguing? I dunno, makes sense.

Not important.

I think it's time we end Contact.

Of course, Master.

[undoes his threads quickly and yanks away]

Well now, that was a quick exit. Is it so dark and scary in there, Doctor?

[raises his eyebrows and waves his fingers]

[rolls his eyes and hits him]

[stumbles back but just grins and speaks in Japanese] Well you're cranky.

This is going to be very frustrating.

[grabs his temples and zaps him with a shock of pain]

[cries out, then jerks back several steps]

Don't do that!

Sorry, I can't speak Japanese.

Bloody good thing, bastard.

But I can recognise tone.

[hits again]

[now moving a distance away] You can't just let anything go, can you?

Running away, typical.

[snorts] I don't even know what you're saying and I know you're mad at me again. You always are, aren't you?

Why do you even bother talking to me when you know we can't understand each other?

I wonder if this is annoying you. Does it bother you at all? I could say anything I want to you and you wouldn't know what it is. It's funny because I keep thinking I could say anything. It's like therapy! I could tell you I'm scared for her. I think she's doing something stupid and that other me is encouraging her and what can I do about it? Nothing. I just wanted her to move on and live. I could tell you that you're an idiot because you don't see that I've wanted you for so long and that I'm trying to think how I can give up things for you. You can't just expect me to drop everything right away but I'm trying. I could say that.

And no matter what I say, I'm saying nothing at all. Brilliant. Well! I suppose you're bored, so sorry. I know you hate it when I'm boring. Entertainment. That's a nice lot in life, isn't it? Your hated entertainment.

Sounds like someone just had a bitter confession session.

And naturally, you don't care at all. I don't know what I expect from you. Oh, no, I do know. 'Too much'. [sits down and crosses his legs]

[walks over to him and sits down there, crossing his legs as well]

Bitter and sulking. Typical.

[looks up] What is it? You don't even know why I'm mad.

You're sulking and I've barely even done anything. Not very grown up.

Don't look at me like that.

Do you think it's all your fault? The way I am? Do you think that I became this because of you?

I didn't, you know. I couldn't have become this without you, no denying that, but you didn't make me who I am. You didn't make my choices for me.

The only thing you did is ruin us. That's where you're to blame.