And it was the Doctor's turn to gloat over how much progress he's made with his universe, wasn't it? Not that the Master honestly cared about it.
Since he'd left the Doctor alone to do what he wished, he hadn't moved. He hadn't eaten, slept or even done something so simple as clean himself up. The most movement he'd given would be right then and looking up toward the nearest camera.
Only a shift of his gaze, nothing more and he didn't reply to him or move to obey the instruction. Why should he?
"You haven't died have you?" he asked. He could see that his vitals were still fairly strong on the monitor, but if he wasn't going to move, this wasn't going to work. He needed to do what he wanted.
An annoying buzz in the back of his mind wanted him to go and check on the Master. Check on him, give him water, clean him up. He wondered if that would be possible without incurring an attack, and then wondered why he cared so much.
If he'd had the energy to laugh, he would have, as it was his head simply lolled back, resting against the wall. He blinked once at the camera.
Then he looked away after deeming the Doctor unworthy of the extra effort.
The planet did offer the chance for possible escape and if prodded enough he might grudgingly decide to be a silent witness to his new design for things to come. Perhaps after a few moments of enduring him to wonder and wait, he would play along with his demands.
He doubted his captor enjoyed this and that in itself was laughable as he'd subjected the Master to the very same thing during the Year. Ignored him, day in and day out, barely speaking a word to him.
Panic shot through him at the non-response. Before he could properly register what he'd done, he'd stood and headed for the adjoining room, where he grabbed a sponge and some water.
He didn't care. He reminded himself of this firmly. He didn't care about the Master, he just wanted him in his universe. That wouldn't work if he was doing...this.
He appeared in the hallway with the bowl of water and the sponge. He didn't speak, he just stared for a long moment.
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Since he'd left the Doctor alone to do what he wished, he hadn't moved. He hadn't eaten, slept or even done something so simple as clean himself up. The most movement he'd given would be right then and looking up toward the nearest camera.
Only a shift of his gaze, nothing more and he didn't reply to him or move to obey the instruction. Why should he?
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An annoying buzz in the back of his mind wanted him to go and check on the Master. Check on him, give him water, clean him up. He wondered if that would be possible without incurring an attack, and then wondered why he cared so much.
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Then he looked away after deeming the Doctor unworthy of the extra effort.
The planet did offer the chance for possible escape and if prodded enough he might grudgingly decide to be a silent witness to his new design for things to come. Perhaps after a few moments of enduring him to wonder and wait, he would play along with his demands.
He doubted his captor enjoyed this and that in itself was laughable as he'd subjected the Master to the very same thing during the Year. Ignored him, day in and day out, barely speaking a word to him.
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He didn't care. He reminded himself of this firmly. He didn't care about the Master, he just wanted him in his universe. That wouldn't work if he was doing...this.
He appeared in the hallway with the bowl of water and the sponge. He didn't speak, he just stared for a long moment.
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