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were_lemurFaced with Crispy!Master, the Doctor can't help feeling compassion.
By an act of will, the Doctor manages to wrench himself free from the field holding him immobile. He turns to confront the Master, and for just a moment, he catches the fleeting expression of despair that crosses his ruined face.
The Doctor can't help himself -- he reaches out for the Master, an instinctive gesture of compassion. But he stops just short of cupping the Master's cheek; he can't imagine the contact causing anything but pain.
The Master lets out a croaking laugh. "There's no need to conceal your disgust, Doctor."
He doesn't bother protesting; the Master won't believe him.
By an act of will, the Doctor manages to wrench himself free from the field holding him immobile. He turns to confront the Master, and for just a moment, he catches the fleeting expression of despair that crosses his ruined face.
The Doctor can't help himself -- he reaches out for the Master, an instinctive gesture of compassion. But he stops just short of cupping the Master's cheek; he can't imagine the contact causing anything but pain.
The Master lets out a croaking laugh. "There's no need to conceal your disgust, Doctor."
He doesn't bother protesting; the Master won't believe him.
