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[Private to Jesse | Audio]

I hope you've considered who you might visit first. I would personally recommend your brother.

Because now you're in a position to act on it.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

[Timed to later.]

I would prefer you keep it to yourselves, but it seems that finally my efforts have yielded some success. Mr. Pinkman has graduated. [And there's an element of disbelief there, too. A whole weight is lifting off of him.]

And very soon, I will be leaving.

[Private to Dr. McCoy | Audio]

I need to have a frank discussion with you, when you are in the mood and have the time.

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Good luck, Doctor, wherever you go. I would tell you to avoid interfering in alien affairs, but, renegade that you are, I doubt you'll listen.

[Snark is the best way to cover up that he's a bit sad because he may never see this incarnation again once they're off in different universes pursuing their different business.]

Of course I won't. I may not be able to return, but I'd never give up me.

I hope you think of me time to time, especially should you find yourself in Zero again and require someone to bring you a drink and some company. Don't be afraid to ask for it.

I'm sure your memory will spring to mind every time I meet a reckless meddler. [He'll miss you, Doctor.

He looks away from the screen, taps his fingers. Goodbyes are hard and he's still not used to them.]

You'll be able to go back to properly disliking me, now.

[They are. And they hurt. But he's gotten to be quite pro at them.]

You would have made a good CIA operative, Doctor. [Narvin's version of saying, "I don't dislike you."]

I made the best CIA operative.

[The Doctor's version of, "I'm not leaving without irritating your inferiority complex one last time. I'll miss it most."]

[Narvin scoffs. His inferiority complex is easily irritated.]

Hardly the best. Had you joined willingly, we might have been able to make something of you. But as it was you were undisciplined, uncontrollable, and incapable of following orders.

I know. That's what made me good at it.

[Proud of Narvin forever.]

Insufferable. [He mutters.]

Occasionally remember what I wrote on your copy of the laws of time, won't you?

[It takes a moment for Narvin to realize what the Doctor is talking about, since in his mind he thinks of it as "What the Other Wrote."]

You? Don't you mean your flood-altered self?

[There's almost a tease in his voice.] Just keep them in mind.

Right.

[Narvin doesn't know what to make of that tone of voice, or what that might mean. The alterations were written by the Doctor's flood-self, not his self-self, right? Yes, of course. Because those things were written by the Other, and the Doctor was not the Other, he was the Doctor.

Although there were those legends about the Other...]

You're from the House of Lungbarrow, aren't you?

Unfortunately.

It's an ancient and renowned House.

[And associated with the Other in the legends.]

And it's full of fools and liars now. Nothing like what it was in the past. But then again, isn't that what happened to much of our aristocracy?

I couldn't say how it compares to the aristocracy of Gallifrey's past. I wasn't there back then.

No, you weren't. Were you. [He has to leave him at least a little confused.]

Good luck in your future endeavours, Narvin.

[Narvin is indeed confused. It seems impossible, but sometimes impossible things turned out to be true. Or perhaps the Doctor is simply having him on. This will take some thought before he can come to any conclusions. Unfortunately, with the Doctor leaving, whatever conclusion Narvin comes to, he won't be able to tell the Doctor.]

And to you.

Doctor. [Or Other. Or perhaps both.]

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