The Master could barely understand his own reaction. He'd wanted the Doctor dead for centuries, had fantasized about it and meticulously planned his downfall. But now that he'd actually seen it happen, all he could feel was a vague sense of disappointment. It should have been him, the Master decided. He should have been the one to kill the Doctor. Not this half-breed, no matter how clever she may be.

The Doctor was safe for now. Whatever he'd seen in River's memories must have been from the future. And the future could always be rewritten.

They could kill the Doctor together.

The Master's face broke in another wide grin, his mind pushing back against River's. Not harsh, but forceful, and equally as seductive.

"He would do that. Thinking he could save you when there's absolutely no 'saving' to be done." He leaned in even closer, his body resting more heavily on hers, their lips nearly touching.

"I could make you glorious, you know."