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016 [video, backdated to Saturday]

[The Master isn't quite looking at the PCD when it turns on. Currently, he's laid up in a bed in the clinic, bandages wrapped around his head and various parts of his body, including his neck. Cuts and bruises litter his skin, and he's looking incredibly worse from the wear. His eyes are hardly focused, as well, and when he speaks, he doesn't even look at the screen yet. His voice is quiet, hoarse even.]

Whoever decided it would be...a funny idea to attack me? ...Big mistake.

[With that, he looks at the screen, gaze hardening for just a brief moment.]

I will find out who you are.

[He goes silent as he looks away and gets that far-off look again. It's fairly obvious that his body wasn't the only thing just recently damaged. After several moments, he reaches over, fumbling for the PCD and turning it off.]

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[More silence.]

They made me relive Sarn.

...That might've been a bit much.

[Processing that, and maybe casting a split-second sympathetic glance the Master's way.]

what about right before the attack happened?

[No shit, that might have been much. It was just about the worst moment of his lives.]

I was lured there. There was a female voice when I was there, though I can't place it, and...another I can't remember. After they made a bloody cabinet fall on top of me, they started the mental assault. I'd rather not think about after.

Well... That's somewhere to work from, at least.

[Pouring over the details in his mind like WOAH now.]

I can almost still feel it, you know. The flames. The heat. I can still see those blue eyes you had back then.

...Try not to think about it too much. You don't need extra stress while you're recovering.

[And he's not exactly keen to relive it either. Not one of his prouder moments.

...As if any time he's had to make a decision like that ever was.]

Burn alive, then come back and tell me to "don't think about it much". It's not very forgettable.

[Hey. He's only seconds away from being horribly irradiated, thanks.]

If you'd rather I leave you alone for a while...

No..

[His answer is almost instantaneous. He looks a bit irritated at himself, but doesn't take it back.]

Right then.

[And he'll settle into a chair well across the room just... you know. Watching.

[He takes comfort in that, then, just...sitting back himself.]

...Talk, Doctor. Talk about home.

I don't think either of us need to feel homesick right now.

[...Crap.]

-But I keep hoping that maybe, just maybe a patch of red grass will show up in one of those rare corners of the city where life is winning through.

I'd rather feel homesick than this. [Pause.] ...Remember how we used to constantly run through the fields as children? The energy we had back then, heh.

[He laughs a little.]

We may be getting old, but I daresay the both of us still have more than enough energy to go around. Those were good times though, even when you did decide to be a sore loser.

Oh, please. You cheated.

Only once, to get back at you for doing the same. The rest of the time was pure ability. [Because goofing off when he should have been attending the Academy had to pay off somehow, right?]

You had longer legs than me. Obviously it was easier for you. [Excuses, excuses.]

[Grinning that grin]

Whatever you needed to tell yourself to sleep at night.

[He grins back a little. It's weak, but it's there.]

You were such a leech back then.

Well, you put up with me, so I couldn't have been that bad, right?

...Tch. You were still an annoyance of a roommate.

[Didn't stop it from Theta being the single most important thing in his life, though.]

...forgiven me yet for that little fire?

No. You burned my three-hundred page temporal physics paper.

You still passed the class.

Of course I did. I'm a genius. It took me ages to re-write that paper, though.

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