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[sellyoumysoul]

[The video function clicks on to show a bedroom which some people - well, okay, the Master - will recognise as being Mr and Mrs Saxon's room on the Valiant. A few moments later, Lucy moves into frame. Due to personal shallowness timey-wimey business, instead of prison greys and the awful jail haircut, she has the red dress and the disarrayed

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[timesbureaucrat]

So you're the alien bride he cavorted with for a few months.

[He doesn't know whether to pity her or be disgusted by her. It depends on how much he feels like blaming the Master at the time.]

[sellyoumysoul]

[Hey fuck you too buddy. Dissing on the husband is pretty good at making Lucy act vaguely sane, except for the part where she's in love with the Master.]

Cavorted -

I am his wife.

[timesbureaucrat]

Wife. [He says with a sharp laugh.] You're a human, he's a Time Lord. You can't possibly think you were ever his equal.

[He continues, half to himself, in a tone of "those were the good old days before the liberals took over."]

There used to be laws against this sort of thing.

[soundof_drums]

Oh, Narvin. Reminiscing about the good ol' days of Gallifrey again? You could really do with a new hobby.

I worry for you.

[sellyoumysoul]

[She just laughs right back.]

His equal? No. Never. I couldn't even imagine it.

But there's no other Time Lord equal to him, either.

There's no-one who could compare.