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I wish I could be cured.

Easy there. Sit down, have a nice cup of tea, and tell Uncle George all about it. Nothing better than a good cup of tea when you have problems.

*Blink blink. Why does this random person care?* I have war drums in my head, sent to me by the High Council at the end of the Last Time War.

They only quiet down when I kill things. Preferably slowly.

[Why shouldn't he care?]

Ah. I see. Well, that is a problem. I never did like the High Council. Far too full of themselves, if you ask me. Which you didn't, admittedly.

Well, if they're sent to you, there must be some sort of transmission, yes? Have you tried blocking the signal? Or getting rid of the source, that might work too.

. . . you're a Time Lord? *He glares.* And you never bothered to tell us? It gets so lonely, just the Doctor and me, why didn't you bloody tell us?

*Then he slumps again with a sigh.* Yes I've tried, they put everything they had left into that signal. It's the key to the fucking Time Lock, and the source is in the Citadel. Would you be willing to bring the whole War back just to smash the emitter in the hope that it might stop the noise ion my head?

Not that it would anyway, as far as I can tell they send the signal to every point in spacetime at once and used the Schism to make me a reciever. *He's starting to cry now, just a bit.* They destroyed the happy life I should've had, made me into a monster, just so they could win an unwinnable war. And they lost anyway, because I refuse to open the Lock for them.

Time Lord? Well, I may have travelled in space and time once or twice, but I'm much happier here, thank you. And of course I didn't tell you. Why would I want to be continually dragged into your end-of-the-world antics?

Oh dear. Do drink your tea, it'll help. Also, congratulations on withstanding their demands. You must have a great deal of willpower to resist those officious idiots.

[He's being entirely sincere, and it shows in his voice. It's not easy to resist the Council, and he is quietly impressed. ]

You could've at least let us visit sometimes. Something to ease the pain of being so alone . . .

*He shrugs and drinks.* I would up shooting the Lord President, actually. That was fun.

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