It's the inevitability of time, but Ten had always taken it the hardest, had always been the one who didn't want to go. Sexy smiles kindly and pats his arm reassuringly. Funny that the Doctor she knows as the present version doesn't seem to be here.
Sexy's eyes narrow, a pinch of suspicion tinging her features. "He did more than that, love, he ripped me apart. He-" She shakes her head, not in denial, but she doesn't really want to elaborate.
"It's not your fault. Time has a way of happening, one way or another." It's not the first time she's gone through something like that, nor will it be the last (cracks in time and space, anyone? When she splinters the universe, and herself, too?) "But the drums didn't make him do it, dear."
She knows how much the Master means to her thief, the bond the two share, but she was a tool, a means to an end. And she does not take to it kindly.
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Sexy's eyes narrow, a pinch of suspicion tinging her features. "He did more than that, love, he ripped me apart. He-" She shakes her head, not in denial, but she doesn't really want to elaborate.
"It's not your fault. Time has a way of happening, one way or another." It's not the first time she's gone through something like that, nor will it be the last (cracks in time and space, anyone? When she splinters the universe, and herself, too?) "But the drums didn't make him do it, dear."
She knows how much the Master means to her thief, the bond the two share, but she was a tool, a means to an end. And she does not take to it kindly.