When has telling him to shut up ever worked? The Doctor opens his mouth to prove just how wrong the Master is when he's suddenly getting kicked in the side.
Okay, so maybe that worked.
The Doctor flinches away, wheezing because that's what you did when you got kicked, and ended up half-crawling, half-pulling himself to the sled's side and leaving a glistening trail of blood from his leg in the dirt. He falls more than pulls himself into the sled, managing to recover to give the Master a dirty look. Ah. So he sees how this is. It's his own personal way of doing the right thing, only it's not the right thing when it's for all the wrong reasons. In the part of his mind that isn't fogged by pain, the Doctor has the time to think that he's still right again about all of this. He could still read the Master, no matter how brilliant the other man was.
"One of these days you really should to decide if you're going to kill me," the Doctor can't resist chiming up. His voice rasps as he tries to regain his breath. "We've been at this for centuries."
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Okay, so maybe that worked.
The Doctor flinches away, wheezing because that's what you did when you got kicked, and ended up half-crawling, half-pulling himself to the sled's side and leaving a glistening trail of blood from his leg in the dirt. He falls more than pulls himself into the sled, managing to recover to give the Master a dirty look. Ah. So he sees how this is. It's his own personal way of doing the right thing, only it's not the right thing when it's for all the wrong reasons. In the part of his mind that isn't fogged by pain, the Doctor has the time to think that he's still right again about all of this. He could still read the Master, no matter how brilliant the other man was.
"One of these days you really should to decide if you're going to kill me," the Doctor can't resist chiming up. His voice rasps as he tries to regain his breath. "We've been at this for centuries."