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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[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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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

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~]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[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]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

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.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[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]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[smiles back] Except in clothing.

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

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[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.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[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.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...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.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

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.