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[moldedoffaults]

William Masters has never been in the Nexus, but in the past two years of traveling he's seen many places, some of them far more exotic than the Nexus, and so he doesn't look particularly impressed by it. It looks like a nice enough place, he just doesn't see anything all that different about it. It's like many of the others

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[waterfell]

Sometimes I think happy. I'd like to forget. But I can't do that. I have duties to fulfill and people I don't want to let down.

[ridi_arlecchino]

"Happy." A small blonde answers automatically, but cheerfully. She waits a moment before looking over at him, as she's in the midst of painting her nails, but with his eyes closed it makes little difference anyway. She just smiles and leaves the answer as brief as it is, as if the decision itself is overly simple.

[tastes_of_honey]

Sanity is overrated and unnecessary.

[metody_green]

"Sane."

The answer come so fast and with such iron certainty that it suggests Metody has already made this decision. Not that he got what he wanted, exactly - he's here, isn't he?

He twists his fingers nervously, watching the man. "Er - are you okay?"

[laser_not_sonic]

The Master has encountered men like William before, and as a rule, he disdains them utterly. Human, the remnants of some alternate Self forced into circumstances dire enough that use of a Chameleon Arch became necessary- or worse, some alternate Self whom the Doctor had decided would make a better life as a stunted ape than as a Time Lord.

So he regards William coolly, his attitude that of a landowner, perhaps, perusing a piece of property which doesn't quite come up to snuff. Because he is his, this man, he belongs to the Master, to his true self.

'Having trouble deciding?' he inquires, just the barest edge of nastiness lurking under the cool words.

[moldedoffaults]

William opens his eyes to respond and stops short, seeing the Master. He's had no experience with doppelgangers and the sight of him is unsettling, to say the least.

His mind has apparently decided he needed to confront himself, in the most straightforward way possibly. He's sure his doctor (not the one taking him across the universe, but the one back at the hospital, the real Doctor Smith) could psychobabble a better explanation, or at least a better sounding one, but at least he can see what's going on here.

"Yes." He hadn't mean to answer so bluntly, but he can't think to say anything else looking at the familiar face.

[laser_not_sonic]

For now, the Master keeps his distance, just watching, and the corner of his lip curls in a sneer. 'Didn't go quite so well with you, I see,' he mutters. He's thinking aloud, but he doesn't particularly care if William hears him.

Lips pursed and eyebrows delicately raised, he lifts his chin, meeting the man's eyes. 'And which one are you now?'

[moldedoffaults]

William straightens up under the Master's gaze. He doesn't like the way he's being watched but despite that -- or maybe because of it -- he doesn't look away. He hears the quiet comment, but he doesn't say anything in response, though confusion registers on his face momentarily.

He considers the question briefly before running a hand through his hair with a sigh and a shake of his head. "At the moment, neither, but usually, happy."