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[Guess who's back?

That's right, the Doctor is on the Plane, in a slightly drugged haze. He's holding the cup of tea that the Twins gave him after he woke up on their lab table, but he's not really drinking much of it. He's too absorbed in trying to process everything that had just happened to him. Namely the fact that Omega had finally killed him off -- not that the Doctor really blamed him. He'd expected it, even though his Founder had saved his life twice before. He deserved it, for destroying everything Omega had worked to create instead of saving it.

Except Omega hasn't killed him, not really...he's still alive. Sans regeneration, apparently, which is a concept he doesn't how to deal with at all. So he sits on the ground, staring into his tea, and burying himself (no pun intended) into his thoughts. He only vaguely realises that he's still in the forest, near the silver Kadenwood tree where he died.]

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Like I'd resurrect them all. Do you know what I really want? Truly? I want to bring back all those Cardinals and Chancellors, all the ex-Presidents - yes, even that one - and I want to tear one heart out from each. Just one heart, not two. So they can regenerate. Then I'll kill them again. There's no one in all that society I'd suffer to live. But oh, what I'd do to kill them each thirteen times.

[after a long moment] Why? [note, his tone is only vaguely disapproving]

Because, Doctor. I hate them. I hate them all.

...Has your universe merged with Omega's yet? [he's only sort of changing the topic]

In one place. Any reason, or is that a bad topic change?

[shrugs] You said you'd gotten data from him, so I just...hang on a mo'. If your universe has merged with his, and so has mine...

Doesn't work that way. Unless you were stupid enough to give over your whole universe to old Peylix, in which case: well done, idiot.

[he wishes he had] Not the whole universe, unfortunately, just the whole TARDIS.

Then it means absolutely nothing.

Maybe to you. Which bit did you get?

Why don't you ask our Lord Founder? I'm sure he's dying to have a word with you?

[he ignores that play on words there] ...I haven't seen him, actually.

Maybe you should go find him. Have a word.

I ought to, yes. Dorothy put a curse on him, though.

....what, you mean magic? Our Lord and Founder has been hit with magic? Oh, that is a riot! What does it do?

Hurts him if he goes near me or Dorothy. I got her to remove it, but he doesn't know that yet.

And she didn't think to extend that protection? Harsh, Princess Gale! I'll be so hurt next time I see her.

[this face] As if you need the protection.

From dangerous, mentally-fractured Founders? Don't we all?

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