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[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]

Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?

[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

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[slight smile] At the time. It all depends on the circumstances.

[again, he shakes his head] You know very well I wouldn't have stood for it.

All circumstances point to me disliking that man, no matter the name he uses. Perhaps moreso that your version pretends at being you.

[petulant] It would not be the first time we've disagreed on something. Even if we both know I'd eventually concede to your wishes.

[raises eyebrows] He pretends at nothing, he is who he is. Mind, he can be profoundly irritating, but that's beside the point.

[faint, grim smile] I'm sure trouble would find me anyway.

And yet that is not what the Master here suggests.

Perhaps. [sighs] Surely. It would not be the same otherwise.

[raises his eyebrows] And what does he suggest?

[seems uncomfortable] He said that in your universe, Koschei is kind, yet foolish, and constantly telling you you interfere too much. He said he disagrees with your methods of 'means to an end.'

[locks her gaze with his] I have half a mind not to believe him, but ... is it true, Doctor? I will believe you over him if you can tell me he was wrong and you aren't as ruthless a killer there as that man is in my universe.

[he stares at her for a moment, lips parted; he looks rather hurt]

I've had to make very difficult choices, but I will never, ever cost lives if there is another way.

[softly] Sometimes I fail. Sometimes I wonder if he isn't right.

[nods and looks away, embarrassed and upset that she might have possibly believed what the Master said] Of course you wouldn't. You've always done the right thing, even if the choice is painful.

Doctor... [takes his hands, but still won't meet his gaze] Don't. He is wrong about so many things. Ignore him. I was a fool to think his words meant anything in the first place.

[a faint, sad smile as he squeezes her hands] No. You should always ask, and I...can't blame you for wondering.

[and the manipulative bastard award goes to]

I should know better, after all my years. [frowns] To hurt me, he said. He told me these things because he wanted to hurt me. [scowls] You'd do best to stay far away from that ... cretin ... so long as you're here, Doctor. You're too trusting and he is not Koschei. He'll hurt you, given the chance.

[the audience claps their hands and 'oohs' and 'aahs' at d!Five's amazingly awesome manipulative skills~]

[gently] You don't know how much has changed in my universe - how could you?

[frowns back, shaking his head] I'm aware - but I can't leave him unchecked, either. I need to keep an eye on him. That will be much easier if he sees me as an ally.

[he bows with a gracious smile]

Should it matter, how much it has changed? You are the Doctor. You're ever constant. And you've kept me by your side, even there. That alone should quell my fears.

Perhaps. I'd prefer you just be done with him, you and your future self. You've so much mercy, Doctor, but he is the least deserving of it.

[a brief grin] That just means I've good taste.

Perhaps. I just hate to see such a mind go to waste. And I'm quite certain the only way to stop him...

[he trails off, looking away]

[smiles back] Except in clothing.

[sobers slightly, curious] Doctor? How might he be stopped? [and then] How might I help achieve that?

[faint pout] There is nothing wrong with my clothing.

[he looks back, and says flatly] Killing him. Over and over, until they can't bring him back anymore.

[a slight shudder] It's not - something I want to resort to.

[playfully] This regeneration.

[her playful tone all but evaporates] That ... is not anything I would think you'd suggest, true as it might be. [looks down] Nor is it anything I would want you to do, much as I might agree with the methodology. You are not a killer, Doctor. Not like that.

...Hmm, well, I'll give you that.

[a dark, grim smile] It's not as much a suggestion as a resignation. I can't stop him permanently. Not unless I want to become a murderer.

Of course you will. [cheeky] I rather like getting things from you.

[purses her lips resolutely, then touches his cheek] That is not anything I want to happen. You are not a murderer. No matter the outcome of your choices, you are not a murderer. I won't allow it.

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