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Doctor Who, Shalka!Doctor and Shalka!Master needle each other. All ages, not mine.
"You realize, I don't need to eat."
The Doctor doesn't look up from soldering the wires, finer than a human hair. "I must have missed that fact when I was assembling you from spare parts."
He doesn't need to see the Master's face to know that his eyes go wide with mock-hurt; it's an expression that he knows well from the Master's previous regenerations. He knows it as well as the fact that the Master fancies himself a gourmet.
The Master might be willing to accept whatever conditions would allow him to survive. The Doctor wanted him to really live.
The Doctor doesn't look up from soldering the wires, finer than a human hair. "I must have missed that fact when I was assembling you from spare parts."
He doesn't need to see the Master's face to know that his eyes go wide with mock-hurt; it's an expression that he knows well from the Master's previous regenerations. He knows it as well as the fact that the Master fancies himself a gourmet.
The Master might be willing to accept whatever conditions would allow him to survive. The Doctor wanted him to really live.
