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“Across the dimensions,” she begins dreamily, looking at the Doctor but not quite seeing, “there’s a man called the Patrician. He re-shaped Gallifrey in his own image, taught them not to interfere with the universe, to watch and guide it as it grew. He brought peace to the Time Lords, the Daleks, and the Cybermen.” The gun rocks slowly in her hands as they shake, sometimes pointing to the Doctor’s head, sometimes to her hearts, but always to the Doctor. “He destroys without taking a life.”

The Doctor twists her wrists in their bonds, but the knots are unlike anything she’s encountered before. “Just let me go. I can help if you let me go.”

She smiles without joy; a few locks of blonde hair fall over her face. She’s pretty, if you don’t notice the scars, or how her blue eyes always appear to be re-writing the universe they see. “I can’t go home without destroying the universe, Doctor.” Her voice, too, is pretty, almost musical. “That’s what you told me.”

( 'You know it, too,” the Doctor says, inching her fingers painfully slowly to her jacket, with all its wonderful little tools. “It would fracture both our universes.' )

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 56 - What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like?
Word count: 823
Note: With special guest appearance by Tupu!Master!