The Master felt this discomfort. It urged him on, deeper and deeper. The Doctor's projected thoughts almost faded away as he watched every memory that floated to the surface. They disgusted him.
Why don't you just tell me what you want for once?
This sliced through his hunter mind and stopped him cold. His eyes flew open as the question seeped through.
What I want. What I want, what I want...
"...What I want?"
He looked up at The Doctor as if he had never considered the question before. The drums drove him inexorably forward, driving him to do what he was born to do. That was what he wanted, wasn't it?
"...I want you to play our game again," he said softly, almost pleadingly. "You didn't play fair the last time. I-" he laughed to himself quietly, somewhat embarrassed to admit, "I don't know what to do with myself when we aren't playing it."
A flash of memory arced across his mind, only for a moment, but enough to be seen - a young boy, himself, frightened and alone in the dark.
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Why don't you just tell me what you want for once?
This sliced through his hunter mind and stopped him cold. His eyes flew open as the question seeped through.
What I want. What I want, what I want...
"...What I want?"
He looked up at The Doctor as if he had never considered the question before. The drums drove him inexorably forward, driving him to do what he was born to do. That was what he wanted, wasn't it?
"...I want you to play our game again," he said softly, almost pleadingly. "You didn't play fair the last time. I-" he laughed to himself quietly, somewhat embarrassed to admit, "I don't know what to do with myself when we aren't playing it."
A flash of memory arced across his mind, only for a moment, but enough to be seen - a young boy, himself, frightened and alone in the dark.