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doctor who (dm) the tenth doctor (human)

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[have a Walking Talking Hand, idly walking through the library, picking up a book every now and then to glance at it, and then moving along to something else when he loses interest. He's also absently flipping over the tarot card he was given between his fingers as he walks. He pauses as he gets to the steps, debating for a moment now whether he wants to go upstairs or continue looking around down here.]

Hmmm.

[Bother him if you like or whatever]

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[the Master seems at a loss. He is.]

[he puts an arm on Handy's elbow to turn him around so they're face-to-face]

Would you stop me if I tried to kill you?

[blinks, mildly surprised as he looks down at the hand on his elbow. He looks back up at the Master]

I'm sure I would, but you wouldn't do that.

If you'll stop me, it doesn't matter if I try.

That's not right though, is it? Because if you really wanted to kill me you could, no matter how much I might try to stop you. You're far stronger in that regard.

You've always gotten lucky, one way or another. Why do you think I quit trying? You're a thing that just won't end.

Perhaps, but if you really set your mind to it, you could easily kill me if you wanted. Right here, right now for example, except you obviously don't want that.

What if someone else wanted to?

[The Master isn't completely certain why he's so disturbed by all of this, but he is, and he can't let it go]

I haven't really thought that far. Still, like you said, I am lucky, so I'm sure I would pull out of it all right.

You're not always lucky.

I suppose everyone's luck will have to run out at some point. Still, it's bound to happen at one time or another, death and all that. I would prefer if it came later rather than sooner, but you can't delay the inevitable. That is unless you of course figure out a way to do what you're looking to do.

[the Master lets go of Handy, runs a hand through his rather short hair, then turns around and disappears]

[and he's puzzled for the smallest of seconds...and then continues on his merry way for tea and things]

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