Ah, so the Master wants to pretend that he can't pick up what this is all about. The Doctor takes the time to glance back a the hypospray vial, almost lazily, his head tilted. He almost doesn't catch what the Master says.
He glances up to see the Master fussing with his clothes, as if he hadn't lost control like a human and attacked him. "Rather limited choices," the Doctor says, making another effort to try to get to his feet on his own. He makes it to a wobble before his injured leg folds and he's grabbing at the rock wall of the ravine for any support whatsoever.
He has a niggle as to what the Master is doing with all the vials. Despite whatever he thinks about himself, he knows the man and he has plenty of his own weaknesses. It's almost gratifying in a petty way to find there's another one. Gratifying and also...well, sad. Like finding out your best friend turned best enemy was even more vulnerable than you thought despite all the centuries.
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He glances up to see the Master fussing with his clothes, as if he hadn't lost control like a human and attacked him. "Rather limited choices," the Doctor says, making another effort to try to get to his feet on his own. He makes it to a wobble before his injured leg folds and he's grabbing at the rock wall of the ravine for any support whatsoever.
He has a niggle as to what the Master is doing with all the vials. Despite whatever he thinks about himself, he knows the man and he has plenty of his own weaknesses. It's almost gratifying in a petty way to find there's another one. Gratifying and also...well, sad. Like finding out your best friend turned best enemy was even more vulnerable than you thought despite all the centuries.