[The Master stares at the Doctor with wide eyes for a moment. He heard it. He heard it--but maybe it's not the same. It could just be...why would it...
With difficulty, especially as he's still partly recovering, he pulls himself together and walks slowly over to Jenny, not saying anything as he crouches down himself. If it matches, maybe that will mean...? He's afraid to finish the thought. He starts to reach out, and the pauses, and looks over at the Doctor. When he speaks, it's vaguely sarcastic.]
Might I? Or will you charge at me? You heard it, though. [He taps at the side of his head.] That's what's in my head.
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With difficulty, especially as he's still partly recovering, he pulls himself together and walks slowly over to Jenny, not saying anything as he crouches down himself. If it matches, maybe that will mean...? He's afraid to finish the thought. He starts to reach out, and the pauses, and looks over at the Doctor. When he speaks, it's vaguely sarcastic.]
Might I? Or will you charge at me? You heard it, though. [He taps at the side of his head.] That's what's in my head.