The Master snorted. "It isn't as if it works," he murmured. "Oh, he can plaster a smile on but he'll never be absolved of his crimes. How can he, since he's managed to kill anyone capable of doing it?"
His laugh was not particularly kind, or sympathetic; in fact, he seemed to find the whole thing wildly hilarious, as if the Doctor's slow slide into grief was not only inevitable but enjoyable. As if he were rooting for his downfall.
"Truthfully, I think he'd rather forget just being him at all. And there's the real pity. Someone capable of such glory-- someone who singlehandedly sealed the Medusa Cascade, forced back the Long Forgotten Armies of the Otherwhens. Someone who burned his own planet to a crisp-- even his beloved Romana..."
The Master trailed off as he sensed a shift of something behind him, something he hadn't expected to happen quite yet. Not with a human. He turned to face Daniel slowly, puzzled.
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His laugh was not particularly kind, or sympathetic; in fact, he seemed to find the whole thing wildly hilarious, as if the Doctor's slow slide into grief was not only inevitable but enjoyable. As if he were rooting for his downfall.
"Truthfully, I think he'd rather forget just being him at all. And there's the real pity. Someone capable of such glory-- someone who singlehandedly sealed the Medusa Cascade, forced back the Long Forgotten Armies of the Otherwhens. Someone who burned his own planet to a crisp-- even his beloved Romana..."
The Master trailed off as he sensed a shift of something behind him, something he hadn't expected to happen quite yet. Not with a human. He turned to face Daniel slowly, puzzled.