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shatteredqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in
realityshifted2009-04-16 07:44 pm
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[this is Lucy. this is Lucy sitting quietly off to some random side of the Plane, resting in a wide, comfy chair, legs tucked beneath her and reading a book. what book? a random one she snatched from the TARDIS library that gives some (very) truncated history on Gallifrey. why? because her husband has currently gone a mite bonkers and thinks himself someone else. it really, really sucks. so she's doing some reading and hoping to find some answers.
hopefully]
hopefully]

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[beat]
If anything it would be the Master. He does like those robes a great deal.
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[opens the book again] Either way, it still makes him responsible.
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And how does that make the Doctor responsible?
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Harry may like those ridiculous robes, but not enough to delude himself into thinking he's someone else. It has to be the Doctor's fault. Either some fouled-up plan or revenge, but I simply know it's his fault.
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And I simply know it's not. It's this place or something. It's not the Doctor, any of them.
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Harry wouldn't let this place get to him. He's better than that.
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And the Doctor - any Doctor - wouldn't purposely do something like this. He's better than that.
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No, he isn't. He isn't whatever perfect creature you seem to think he is.
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I never said anything about perfect.
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No? What is he to you, then? You seemed so eager to be with him, after all.
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I don't see why that's any of your business.
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You seemed rather keen on getting involved in my business, it seems only fair you tell me yours.
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You still could have walked away.
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[he's getting flaily and annoyed and tries to stop himself from looking like an idiot by getting even more flaily]
Nevermind. I'm not having this conversation with you.
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[sniffs and turns away]
I didn't want to talk to you, anyway.
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[quiet for a moment, and then a bitter laugh]
You two were good though, you know I actually felt sorry for him. Felt guilty about knowing and not telling. And all that time, you both [and his voice just trails off, he's not really sure what he wants to say]
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As I said: You always know the truth, don't you? Always so certain you know exactly what's happening.
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Do you really believe that I think that way?
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