And now the Master is in the cell with him. Several months ago Sobek hadn’t allowed this sort of thing, but several months was also all the Master needed to worm his way into his…well, he wouldn’t quite call them Sobek’s good graces (they didn’t exist), but he didn’t seem to think that the Master needed to be chaperoned around the Doctor these days either. Perhaps at this point it doesn’t matter – the time engines are probably already installed.
“I don’t suppose you could break me out of here. I do love a daring prison escape,” the Doctor says with a tired smile. He can feel the Master’s eyes on him, roving over his body and the loads of injuries that haven’t had a chance to heal. Sometimes he wonders what the Master would do without some soul to torture or at least enjoy their suffering, if there’s ever a point he’d get tired of it. “Just a thought.”
Re: Eleven and the Master
And now the Master is in the cell with him. Several months ago Sobek hadn’t allowed this sort of thing, but several months was also all the Master needed to worm his way into his…well, he wouldn’t quite call them Sobek’s good graces (they didn’t exist), but he didn’t seem to think that the Master needed to be chaperoned around the Doctor these days either. Perhaps at this point it doesn’t matter – the time engines are probably already installed.
“I don’t suppose you could break me out of here. I do love a daring prison escape,” the Doctor says with a tired smile. He can feel the Master’s eyes on him, roving over his body and the loads of injuries that haven’t had a chance to heal. Sometimes he wonders what the Master would do without some soul to torture or at least enjoy their suffering, if there’s ever a point he’d get tired of it. “Just a thought.”