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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is pleasantly humming something]

I do have to say, I'm rather warming up to all this business.

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[didorothy]

That's what all animals do. That's base.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he grabs him by the shirt and jacket with one hand and immediately hefts him into the air, feet off the ground]

So if I should gut you, at this very moment, you'd not try to survive somehow? You'd just let it happen?

[he tightens his grip]

I had my reasons for surviving, and if you think that it was purely for destruction, for chaos, for slaughter, you're bloody well wrong. Those follow in my wake, but they are not the reason for my prolonged existence.

[didorothy]

[flinches, but forces himself to meet the Master's eyes] Animals don't live for destruction. They cling to existance because that's what their instincts tell them to do.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he stares straight into Sam's; he's got the look of a man using everything he can to keep something else at bay]

Instinct isn't my motivation either. I've told you, I wanted to die. It was time. He offered to save my life and I turned him down, I refused to live like this!

[didorothy]

Then why are you still alive?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

The planet was supposed to explode. It didn't. And unlike some, I refuse to commit suicide.

[didorothy]

How very noble of you.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls, bares his teeth, and quickly reigns himself in again; though he doesn't lower Sam an inch]

Nobility doesn't factor into it - sarcasm or not. Then again, you'll just say something that animals are incapable of nobility, correct?

[didorothy]

I haven't spoken to enough of them to make that sort of generalization.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and he drops him]

I just have to wait now, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

[straightens out his jacket, perhaps neurotically so, to put everything back in place] To die?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

For someone to kill me.

[he crosses his arms]

[didorothy]

And you always struck me as a do-it-yourself sort of bloke.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smiles]

Who says I'm not?

[didorothy]

Then just pick up a gun or jump off a cliff. No need to get complicated. I'll even give you the revolver.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I already told you - I won't commit suicide. I didn't as a young man, and I won't now.

Keep your gun, Mr. Tyler. I don't want to see it unless you intend on shooting me with it.

[didorothy]

Right, then. [draws his gun and points it at the Master's head]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't flinch - and he begins to do exactly what he did with Gene, take on a convincing, hypnotic tone of voice]

I'm waiting, Mr. Tyler. Pull the trigger. Shoot me.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[wandering by and- hey isn't that a gun?!]

... NO!

[cue THROWING HIMSELF AT SAM in hopes of landing a tackle]

[didorothy]

[THAT TACKLE WAS VERY SUCCESSFUL! And the gun goes flying, and Sam has the air knocked out of him. But not for long!]

... Ow. Could you, uh, get off me please?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master sighs tiredly]

Well, no harm in trying.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Not until you tell me what's going on here! Why were you trying to shoot him?! [holding Sam down now, with a stubborn, suspicious expression]

[didorothy]

[not at all struggling] I wasn't trying to shoot him. I'm not a killer and I won't become one just to put down a feral cat. The bastard isn't worth it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[while this is going on, he casually strides over to Sam's gun and picks it up before turning back]

Let the man up. He was only doing as I wanted him to.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

...

[slowly gets off of Sam, now turning his suspicious look on the Master]

You wanted him to shoot you? Are you crazy?!