[There's silence on his end for a moment as his thoughts whirl, as Madara's hold tightens just slightly, an automatic reaction to the slight stirring of his consciousness. Or, at least, the part that really makes him the Doctor. Makes him independent. Finally, however, the near white-noise ceases, and his thoughts calm and organize themselves.]
Fight it? Why would I? The Master's - not you, sorry - orders are firm and wise. There's absolutely no reason to go against them.
Guard the hostages, keep them safe, keep them away, keep them in, keep you out. [A pause, and his mental voice is growing a bit fainter again, just slightly though.] Interesting, though. I would have thought you'd enjoy watching me fall to ruin, if that's how you see it.
How are the drums? Beating louder? Louder and louder and louder... they'll stop, you know. Eventually. They'll stop and so will everything. Horrible when they stop.
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Fight it? Why would I? The Master's - not you, sorry - orders are firm and wise. There's absolutely no reason to go against them.
Guard the hostages, keep them safe, keep them away, keep them in, keep you out. [A pause, and his mental voice is growing a bit fainter again, just slightly though.] Interesting, though. I would have thought you'd enjoy watching me fall to ruin, if that's how you see it.
How are the drums? Beating louder? Louder and louder and louder... they'll stop, you know. Eventually. They'll stop and so will everything. Horrible when they stop.