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“Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilisations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities.

You see these eyes? They’re old eyes. And one thing I can tell you; monsters are real."

themasterofwhat:

“I was nicer, for a time. Pity you missed it. You have only yourself to blame for that, for a multitude of reasons,” the Master retorts loftily. “Quite literally, in fact. You can thank your very own alternate timeline self for helping me see that there is no point to kindness.” She glances down at the screwdriver and thumbs the controls. “You think you know that I won’t use it,” she tells him. “Perhaps you’re right. You have precisely ten seconds to find out. Ten, nine, eight…”

The Doctor cocked his head, watching her with narrowed eyes. There was something different about her, it more than just a new regeneration. It was like she’d finally given in, after all this time. And he really didn’t like it. “Alternate?” He whispered out loud as he tried to understand what the hell she was talking about but came to know conclusions. “If you want to kill me, fine. You get to run around the universe on your own. I can tell you right now it’ll be nowhere near as interesting.” He spread his arms wide giving her a perfect arm of his chest.