I am perhaps slightly insane. Most likely more than slightly.
Anyway, as we near the end of an era (*sniff*) and also approach what is, for many of us, a holiday season of one sort or another, I found myself wanting do do something to celebrate those things, and also share some wee gifties. So, I present to you, dear readers, my End of Time Advent
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"Yes." Dexter Morgan removed his black leather gloves one finger at a time, the picture of calm. "I never claimed I wasn't."
"I can't let you do this."
The faintest trace of a smile flitted around Dexter's mouth, never making it as far as his eyes. "We're not that different, I can see."
"I'm nothing like you," the Doctor said through gritted teeth, and Dexter could tell just by his reaction that he'd been correct. "I give people a choice."
"And do they ever make the right one? According to you?"
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"Yes." Dexter Morgan removed his black leather gloves one finger at a time, the picture of calm. "I never claimed I wasn't."
"I can't let you do this."
The faintest trace of a smile flitted around Dexter's mouth, never making it as far as his eyes. "We're not that different, I can see."
"I'm nothing like you," the Doctor said through gritted teeth, and Dexter could tell just by his reaction that he'd been correct. "I give people a choice."
"And do they ever make the right one? According to you?"
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