((1. Oh yeah, we figured that. We just wanted to give you the image so you actually knew what they looked like, in case we confused you. ^_^ 2. Sleep good!))
The Master has a tendency to shoot on sight when someone comes at him like –handsome Jack– that, but he's too absorbed in the turmoil around him; the sound of the Doctor's screams filling his mind up like water, fogging the lense so he can breath better.
On instinct he backhands, feels the laser screwdriver make contact with something to his right, but he can't be bothered to pay attention to that right now. He crouches down to the Doctor's eye level, and perhaps it's truly sick to find that odd look of –disappointment and almost– pity etched into his features. "Old men shouldn't tell lies," he says with a lilting sigh. "And we are old, you and I."
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The Master has a tendency to shoot on sight when someone comes at him like –handsome Jack– that, but he's too absorbed in the turmoil around him; the sound of the Doctor's screams filling his mind up like water, fogging the lense so he can breath better.
On instinct he backhands, feels the laser screwdriver make contact with something to his right, but he can't be bothered to pay attention to that right now. He crouches down to the Doctor's eye level, and perhaps it's truly sick to find that odd look of –disappointment and almost– pity etched into his features. "Old men shouldn't tell lies," he says with a lilting sigh. "And we are old, you and I."