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[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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Hm. You didn't... what did you do to him?

What he did was not brought about by me.

And I've done nothing. We've treated Mr. Hunt as best as we could. Prevented him from drinking enough to get alcohol poisoning, gave him a radio to keep in touch with CID, a punching bag so he could do something other than drink, and made sure he actually ate.

Don't lie; no one else could've made him---no one else would make him do what he... what he did. He's not a bloody murderer, and he'd never str---he'd never do that to me.

Mr. Tyler. There would be no benefit for me to lie from this. As well... I'm not the only one here who can hypnotise. [a pause] I expect it was my future self. I really ought to ask myself things before I send people off to kill others. It gets disastrous.

[he growls for a moment] Additionally, when the Twins called for Mr. Hunt, the Doctor and I were the ones who brought him to them. Otherwise, your bloody realities might not have continued to be 'merged'.

The one who---he---oh. That's ... ironic.

[frowns, and then gives a curt nod, which is as close to thanks as the Master will get from Sam]

[he nods in return] I'll need to tell him not to do that again. Believe me, Mr. Tyler. I'd much prefer you and Mr. Hunt alive than dead.

To what purpose?

[he smiles politely] Now, you'll know in due time. Just try not to get yourself killed again, if you would?

We're not toys. And if I find out you hurt him in any way...

[he chuckles] Of course not.

Mr. Tyler, I assure you, Mr. Hunt came to no harm while he was being kept in the Doctor's TARDIS.

No physical harm, maybe.

[he frowns fully] Any emotional harm he suffered, he inflicted upon himself.

He shouldn't have. He's not guilty. He's not a murderer.

Perhaps you ought to try getting that into his head. Not mine.

It's a very thick skull to get through.

Then you'll need to be creative in getting through to him, won't you? Thick skulls rarely can be broken through. A little... finesse is in order.

Finesse I can do.

Then perhaps you ought to get on it post haste, hm?

[nods and leaves to go to his Guv]

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