We shall not sleep...

Apr 21, 2009 02:16

... The Doctor perches on one of the few couches sparsely populating the Nexus, chin propped on one hand, gazing out with a pensive expression on his face. A thin layer of dust coats the nearby surrounds, especially the worn upholstery of his seat. He's wearing a brown suit at the moment, though it looks like it's seen better days. There are ( Read more... )

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who_never_would April 27 2009, 23:45:38 UTC
The Doctor isn't so much into forcing things out of people these days, especially former-Prime-Ministers. He's had far too many of his own secrets pried out from his head by a man who looks too terribly like this one. A man who, for all intents and purposes is the man sitting in front of him. It's strange though, having a conversation with the Master - who, for all the Doctor can tell, has no idea who he is or what he was.

"I dunno," the Doctor says, placing the bag of jelly babies in between them and sprawling off the couch, crossing his feet at the ankles. He lolls his head over to look at Harry, observing him. There's a slightly nervous edge to his smile - like the Doctor's been placed in a cage with a sleeping, deadly snake and has no way out. "I've never been really fond of politics. Never had the stomach for it, really. Mass murder, world annihilation, genocide, yeah, been there, done that, but politics? Hardly."

The Doctor pauses for a moment, and then smiles with a touch of sadness. "I don't think anyone blames you for leaving though. Whatever reasons you had. It's a rough job running a country or the better part of a planet. I certainly wouldn't want it."

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fobwatched April 28 2009, 06:40:17 UTC
Harry hasn't the faintest idea that when the Doctor talks about mass murder and genocide, he isn't just being flippant. He'd be horrified if he did, but as it is, he just cracks a wry sort of smirk in his direction. 'Anything's better than that, hmm?'

He did enjoy being in politics, though, at least what he can remember of it. People listening to him, hanging on his words- there's a certain something about that which he enjoys very much. But still, he's happy enough where he is; at least this way, he stays out of the tabloids. Mostly, at any rate.

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