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Evil League of Evil

To Whom It May Concern:

I received your letter rather late, I'm afraid, though I must say I'm not inclined to be very helpful. Evil is one thing, but melodramatic evil? I've had quite enough of that, thank you.

This of course brings us to the subject at hand.

I'm very flattered that the Master used me as a reference, but he just cannot expect me to lie. Perhaps he thinks I'll warn you that he'll attempt to take over, subjugate the lot of you. It would be a point in his favour, I'm sure.

No, you see, the truth is, he's merely a showman. He likes the flare, the drama, but in truth he couldn't hurt a fly. He loves kittens and puppies and various other fluffy creatures (though he does rather hate horses). He's a thoughtful, lonely little boy beneath it all; he's far more likely to write poetry than conquer a galaxy.

I've been his chief nemesis for centuries and he hasn't killed me yet. What does that say, do you suppose? Whether it's incompetence or compassion, it's hardly fitting. (I would post the latter, if it matters; he's quite intelligent, but far from devious, and he's been carrying a torch for ages.)

Sincerely,

The Doctor

P.S: He can't sing, either.

Five People I Shouldn't Fancy But Do:

1: Nyssa. She was so young when we first met, and aged so quickly. It was easy to grow close to her, especially when we were left alone; she was always a calming presence, tranquil and graceful. She was more like me than anyone else. Of course I fell for her. Of course I never told her.

2: Turlough. He likes to think he isn't young, but he is. Emotionally stunted, it's easy to see. Vulnerable, beneath the sardonic apathy he likes to affect. It would be wrong to take advantage, because no matter my motives that is what it would be. It doesn't matter how clever or brave or intriguing he is, that he too is an exile. So I never did, and then he left. I shook his hand.

3: Illeana. She was bound to the Earth, I was bound to the sky. She had a family, responsibility, ties that she wouldn't sever cavalierly. Yet she was so brave, and strong, and perceptive, and we had both lived long lives fraught with extraordinary, dangerous things…

4: The Master. I won't deny it; not at the moment, anyway. He was my best friend, once, and I fancied him then to, but neither of us was particularly good at that sort of thing. Then I left, and he changed, and I ought to be glad I killed him, but instead I feel hollow. That's hardly fair, is it? Why should I love someone who has caused so much pain? I hate him as well, why can't that be all?

5: Myself. Well, my future self. Eleventh to be exact. Is that narcissistic? Probably. Well, she's quite fun, you see, and brilliant obviously, and such a fascinating contradiction, and...I'll stop attempting to justify it now.

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