Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

Comments

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

You don't think life is worth something?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Some lives are worth less than others.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

All right, so what lives do matter?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mine, of course. The Doctor's, to a lesser extent. Those individuals that show some sort of promise - intelligence or merit or genius thinking. Lucy is one such.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[sort of absently] Your wife's different than I pictured her.

So basically, the people you like matter?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The people that matter, I like.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

You're just twisting what I said around.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm playing with word order to put new meaning into my words.