He stands before the chamber, between her and it, silhouetted. A furious insult dies on her lips as he steps forward, hesitating, and stretches his own hand out. It's an oddly innocent gesture, and it frightens her more than the madness.
"Don't touch it," he says. "Don't touch her."
Yes. Simply, yes. I adore this story and this chapter was, as usual, brilliant, but that's the bit that completely stood out for me. It says so much about both of them, the Master and Chantho and even a bit about Yana; it says so very much and it's so small a part. Your description of Rose being unable to see the Doctor as a member of an actual species (and setting himself on fire for toast!) was great too, as was your ending, but that's definitely my favorite bit right there.
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Date: Friday, March 21st, 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)"Don't touch it," he says. "Don't touch her."
Yes. Simply, yes. I adore this story and this chapter was, as usual, brilliant, but that's the bit that completely stood out for me. It says so much about both of them, the Master and Chantho and even a bit about Yana; it says so very much and it's so small a part. Your description of Rose being unable to see the Doctor as a member of an actual species (and setting himself on fire for toast!) was great too, as was your ending, but that's definitely my favorite bit right there.