It made sense, Jack considered, that something would do that. A creature that wanted supremacy, if it could access the mind, even if it could only scrape the surface, it would look for those memories that held fear. The Master held a lot of fear.
Though even if that was the case, this creature seemed a perfect facsimile. The Mannerisms, the tone of voice. The smugness. It was so very him and it sent a shiver along Jack's spine.
"No, sorry, that's not how I work," he spoke with confidence he didn't really hold. "If you won't tell me what you are, tell me what you want."
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Date: 2009-11-22 04:07 am (UTC)Though even if that was the case, this creature seemed a perfect facsimile. The Mannerisms, the tone of voice. The smugness. It was so very him and it sent a shiver along Jack's spine.
"No, sorry, that's not how I work," he spoke with confidence he didn't really hold. "If you won't tell me what you are, tell me what you want."