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-Why me ?

Now that he knows the reason why he had that noise inside his head for his all life, he wonders himself every days. Today he asks the question to the Doctor, while they're both sitting on the top of Mount Uluru.

-I think we can't really know it, but I have an idea. They needed someone very sensitive. A child with a mind they could easily enter in. Do you remember Koschei?

-That weak and whining kid, answers the Master with contempt tone.

-No, I speak about that fragile and sensitive child. And proud, too proud to try to avoid the test, too proud to run away.

-He doesn't exist anymore now. Better like this.

-Oh, I don't think so. I think he is always here. He had been here all the time. Koschei has always acted to stop the Master. He has constantly jams the machinery. Otherwise how can you explain that, that brilliant intelligence has always failed his plans?

Right after, the doctor reaches to the TARDIS, who was not so far.

Arms crossed on the knees, the chin resting on them, the Master looks at the immense red horizon. The sunset reflecting in his brown eyes.

Description
-Why me ?

Now that he knows the reason why he had that noise inside his head for his all life, he wonders himself every days. Today he asks the question to the Doctor, while they're both sitting on the top of Mount Uluru.

-I think we can't really know it, but I have an idea. They needed someone very sensitive. A child with a mind they could easily enter in. Do you remember Koschei?

-That weak and whining kid, answers the Master with contempt tone.

-No, I speak about that fragile and sensitive child. And proud, too proud to try to avoid the test, too proud to run away.

-He doesn't exist anymore now. Better like this.

-Oh, I don't think so. I think he is always here. He had been here all the time. Koschei has always acted to stop the Master. He has constantly jams the machinery. Otherwise how can you explain that, that brilliant intelligence has always failed his plans?

Right after, the doctor reaches to the TARDIS, who was not so far.

Arms crossed on the knees, the chin resting on them, the Master looks at the immense red horizon. The sunset reflecting in his brown eyes.