[The Master does not exactly look as if he's in the best of states. His normally immacuate shirt is stained with blood, a smear of it dried on his cheek. But it isn't his. His eyes are tired and he looks clearly worn down, exhausted.
Defeated.
Even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.]A public service announcement to whoever is friends with the
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Lord Saxon.... My condolences. What may I do to help you?
[And then the rest of his words sink in, and her gaze hardens for a moment.]
Should anyone be so callous as to blame you for this, I shall have words with them.
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[He rubs at his eyes, looking utterly deflated.]
Thank you for the concern. To answer your question, there isn't much that can be done. All I have to do is wait.
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I will respectfully disagree. There is much that can be done. To wait is only a part of it.
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What else, then, is there?
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He'll wake up soon enough, though.
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