"I don't pick who lives and dies. I just sometimes wish I could." The Doctor turned around, his back to Jack so he could keep an eye on the Master. It was clear who he trusted, whatever else he might feel for both of them. Guilt most of all and first Jack's recounting of the things he'd suffered through and then the Master's tale... Yeah, the guilt wasn't going anywhere.
"...let's go to your room, Master." The 'I'm sorry.' almost came out, but he managed to hold it back. Barely. Too many things to apologize for and no ways of making up for any of it. But he couldn't give up. That's why he'd forgiven the Master, that's why he had brought him with him. He couldn't keep losing everything and everyone. "Do you need new books? Furniture to smash?"
Jack couldn't help it; the Master's tale had sent a bit of a chill through him. If he had suffered so, why had he been so eager to make Jack suffer the same? Was it just that he was a psychopath and had no empathy? Probably.
It seemed as though the Doctor had had enough abuse for one day and was dismissing the Master. Jack placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze before circling round to help bully the Master back into his pen.
"Come on, move it. We've had about enough of your mouth for one day, all right? No one cares and no one's listening."
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"...let's go to your room, Master." The 'I'm sorry.' almost came out, but he managed to hold it back. Barely. Too many things to apologize for and no ways of making up for any of it. But he couldn't give up. That's why he'd forgiven the Master, that's why he had brought him with him. He couldn't keep losing everything and everyone. "Do you need new books? Furniture to smash?"
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It seemed as though the Doctor had had enough abuse for one day and was dismissing the Master. Jack placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze before circling round to help bully the Master back into his pen.
"Come on, move it. We've had about enough of your mouth for one day, all right? No one cares and no one's listening."