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[The Doctor is back around! Well, more or less. He technically didn't leave, he's just been avoiding the Plane entirely. He would rather still be away but lately he prefers sitting somewhere away from the TARDIS while he does his work. It’s more relaxing to take a stroll through space.

Speaking of work, he’s completely engrossed in a data pad. He’s scrolling through it with a stylus, occasionally stopping to click something or read longer. Once or twice, his reading is accompanied by a small holographic projection of various planets above the screen.

He’s taken to walking around the empty space, mostly following the arms of a spiral galaxy. Get his attention if you want him!]

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How many recruits?

Thirteen to start. Hand-picked, hand-bred. They can't be anything less than Gallifreyan, Doctor. Willfull, reckless humans won't do, and I can't think of any sensible time-travelling races that survived the War.

Gallifreyans are a bit scarce at the moment.

But not that difficult to create.

[takes a step in]

And just think. With the Lady President in residence, we could ask a favour or two of her. Like, oh, access to Matrix records, or D-Es from the Archives. Just a thought.

I don't know if she would give that information without a reason.

Resurrecting the Time Lords is as good a reason as they get.

I don't even know if that's something that should be done.

You could save Susan.

[Direct hit has been made.] ...What do you mean?

Forget the Rani and Romana, Drax and all the rest. You could get Susan's bio-data extract. You could bring her back.

And don't go on about the ethics of it. If the High Council hadn't been willing to do that, I wouldn't be here.

I don't think the High Council was the pinnacle of morality.

[more slowly, to make the words stick]

I wouldn't be here.

But! If you want to waste a perfect opportunity to save your granddaughter, well, that's very you, isn't it?

I'm not-!

[Bites off his comment and has to reel himself in.] I don't know if she'd want to be brought back.

Perhaps, then, you could ask her.

That seems like a slightly awkward question.

Ask a Matrix data projection of her. From the Lady President.

I can't just...ask, can I?

If you want, I could hypnotise her. Or we could trick her, as you prefer.

[A pause and he follows it up with a look.] We're not hypnotising her.

Aww, but we haven't hypnotised anyone as a team effort in centuries!

[but of course he's still grinning as he cheerily announces,]

Trickery it is!

I'm a bit out of practice with tricks, unless you've got a clever one you aren't sharing.

Oh, I have a number of them, Doctor.

But I don't think there will be a need. Do you?

I...suppose not, no.

[grins]

And can you think of any good reason not to?

[Have your small victories, Master.]

Aside from pure instinct? No.