Then why not commit suicide now, and save myself the extra suffering?
Because the kind of guilt I have waiting for me is enough to break me all over again, just in a more depressing way. At least now I have some happy memories, you know? Give me a better nature and the good things will be the worst.
I need a little bit of madness to be stable at this point. The thoughts that keep me going aren't pleasant ones.
Sorry I'm so late! I was doing another play and it was more than I expected.
Yeah, but maybe if you faced it with, you know, all your faculties instead of the bits and pieces you've got right now, you could actually, you know. Heal. Or whatever it is you lot do. You know, be the best Time Lord you can be instead of... of... you know.
[ Instead of the ever-hungry-lightning skull he tends to be. ]
[ Which she can say easily, thank you very much, because it's not like Donna has ever committed genocide. Nor can she imagine it on the same scale that the Master can. Human brains, so limited. ]
[ That doesn't sound like an entirely idle threat, and in the blink of an eye, Donna's maternal kindness is gone, covered over by fear, which in turn is covered by anger. ]
Try it and I'll have you flat on the floor so fast you won't know what the concept of movement is again for years.
Don't get any ideas, Dumbo. [See this finger she's pointing at you, Master? That is the finger of serious business.] I'm just here to show you a thing or two about people. You know. Humans.
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