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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grinning rather happily and turning a rather ornate urn in his hands]

Much better off as ashes, really. Though, harder to burn than I expected! I wonder why. Oh, well! Rest in peace and all that. [drops the urn and it shatters, the ashes and broken porcelain scattering above the galaxy NGC 1275]

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[stiffens, glaring darkly, hands on his weapon] Don't make bets you don't want to see the outcome of.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[mimicking Sam perfectly, from the accent to the posture to the coiled defiance running up his spine] Go ahead, Guv. Try it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[draws his revolver, cocking it and holding it out, arm steady. puts his hand to the trigger, applies just the faintest pressure -- and can do no more. he stares down the barrel of the gun, face grim, before lowering it] No. I'm not a murderer. If I'm gonna kill you, it's not gonna be like this.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You've already killed a young boy and your own DI, not to mention the numerous other deaths you've sure to have racked up in the course of your work. I think it's a bit late to be claiming clean hands.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

No, you killed Tyler and that Frenchie bastard self of yours took out the kid. [grabs the Master's front and glares at him] It never would have happened if not for you two pieces of shit. And I don't kill if I don't have to on the job. It's not my way. Happens sometimes because there's nothing else for it, but I'm not a cold blooded murderer. [shoves him away] Not even for you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You blame yourself more than you blame me.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[glares] No, I don't.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Lie to me all you like, but you can't deny what you're feeling. Your instincts say that you're a murderer.