And his shouts of defiance seem to be swallowed up by the darkness. The Master is nowhere to be seen but the darkness shifts as if a person were moving through it, cloaking themselves in it.
But there's no voice. No drums. Jack is left to his own devices in the depths of his own tortured past. He could have ended it then but Jack chose the hard road.
The Master would show him the error of his ways. Jack had such delicious memories to exploit and he had all the time in the world and then some.
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Date: 2009-11-22 03:26 pm (UTC)But there's no voice. No drums. Jack is left to his own devices in the depths of his own tortured past. He could have ended it then but Jack chose the hard road.
The Master would show him the error of his ways. Jack had such delicious memories to exploit and he had all the time in the world and then some.