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[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon listens quietly. By the time the other has finished, there's the slightest tremor of his shoulders visible, though without being able to see his face it's hard to tell if it's anger or something else.]

My rules were always about what's best for Gallifrey. I simply became... wiser. It's no surprise they would change. And you didn't need anyone to back you up, you would just have to give me one good reason why I should have listened to you! What was supposed to convince me that you were right? Cryptic remarks? Your stupid jokes about my best friend's death? Really?

Any reason why I shouldn't have attacked a temple full of traitors? Any reason why I shouldn't have done any of the things you objected to? It's your fault! Don't complain about the... triviality of your post when you're the one who made it trivial! When you're- [He abruptly stops, taking a few deep breaths. When he turns, his expression is a mix of anger and hurt.] They don't remember your name because I erased it from history. See it as my revenge.

[championoftime]

He was my friend, too. And there were always reasons. But you ignored them. You always ignored them.

[Ahhh...] I see.

And I even decided on the one way to die where I wouldn't even really leave you. And you killed me anyway. [He bunches up his robes and turns his back and starts walking. It's depressing, but he might as well enjoy his time here.

It's rather fortunate for him that he won't go back knowing this.]

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, you don't- Wait, what?] How was it not leaving me?

[championoftime]

[He only slows for half a step.] I chose the Looms. I would always be a part of the people. Unless you took the time to scrub my DNA out of them.

Or, I suppose, if the world's gone. [He has a feeling this won't feel good at all. But he can't think of a place he'd rather go. Not even the Matrix.] Please excuse me, Lord President. I need some time to myself. [He's taking being erased from history surprisingly well. Or rather, perhaps it's a serence sense of detachment.]

What is it with me and HTML today :|

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

That still means you're gone. [Rassilon does not appreciate being symbolic when it comes to things like these.]

There's a celebration on your death day. [He's not sure if the other heard that, but he doesn't feel like repeating it. He's got things to think about.]