Of course. That'd be the Doctor, never thought to ask. He could have plucked that memory from her mind easily, but instead he marched toward his imminent death in some feeble attempt to preserve points in time. The Master didn't concern himself with that sort of thing. Let time rip itself apart! He'd get what he wanted.
Just as he was now. He let out a throaty sound, almost a low purr, at the sight of the Doctor stumbling backward. The telltale regeneration energy glowing at the edges-- oh, she must have got him good.
The Master nearly ripped his hands away when the second shot came. Panic gnawed at him, even witnessing this through the eyes of another. He found himself silently willing the Doctor to just get up, get up and regenerate, Rassilon damn you! As if that would help.
"You..." For a moment the Master was at a loss for words, a rare thing. "You killed him," he finally whispered, in complete shock. For a Time Lord, there's 'killed' and then there's killed, and somehow River Song is powerful and clever enough to pull off the latter.
He's not sure if he wants to kiss her or kill her.
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Just as he was now. He let out a throaty sound, almost a low purr, at the sight of the Doctor stumbling backward. The telltale regeneration energy glowing at the edges-- oh, she must have got him good.
The Master nearly ripped his hands away when the second shot came. Panic gnawed at him, even witnessing this through the eyes of another. He found himself silently willing the Doctor to just get up, get up and regenerate, Rassilon damn you! As if that would help.
"You..." For a moment the Master was at a loss for words, a rare thing. "You killed him," he finally whispered, in complete shock. For a Time Lord, there's 'killed' and then there's killed, and somehow River Song is powerful and clever enough to pull off the latter.
He's not sure if he wants to kiss her or kill her.