The Doctor gives the Master a very small smile and –it’s not sad, not quite, as– he murmurs;
“You don’t really think I’m going to tell you your own future, Master.”
He thinks maybe he wants to thank Setsuna, but he settles for a grateful smile in the boy’s direction –see, he knew they’d be friends– before turning his full attention back to the other Time Lord. –the other, just for a little while, a little stolen time–
“Whatever this is,” he tells the other gently. “It’s just a moment, you know? A pause in the game. Sooner or later it’ll go back to how it was, and then…” –and he knows that he will lose this.–
His attention wanders down to their feet, the Master’s shiny black shoes and his own battered red –look Rose, I match– converses. He feels the power of the Master’s eyes on his face.
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“You don’t really think I’m going to tell you your own future, Master.”
He thinks maybe he wants to thank Setsuna, but he settles for a grateful smile in the boy’s direction –see, he knew they’d be friends– before turning his full attention back to the other Time Lord. –the other, just for a little while, a little stolen time–
“Whatever this is,” he tells the other gently. “It’s just a moment, you know? A pause in the game. Sooner or later it’ll go back to how it was, and then…” –and he knows that he will lose this.–
His attention wanders down to their feet, the Master’s shiny black shoes and his own battered red –look Rose, I match– converses. He feels the power of the Master’s eyes on his face.