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I haven't written anything yet today, but I just want to say that that's the perfect icon.

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Leela would, as usual, be the first to notice when the Doctor came anywhere near them but, hopefully, she would give Liz at least a little warning. If at all. All the same it would be a long time before Leela showed any signs of hearing the Doctor, and, when she finally did arrive she was her usual, messy and vaguely scruffy self. Which was just a little bit comforting. All the same Leela trusted her instantly, and since she was the warrior, Liz took her trust as a sign that this really was the Doctor. She hoped it was. She and Leela would have enough trouble convincing her to come home with them, and, she highly doubted that she and Leela would be able to convince her to even speak to someone at UNIT HQ. They would try anyway.

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Don’t give a weapon to your enemy, fool. No, on second thoughts, deliver it to him blade first through his heart.

Cass blinked and shook his head. Where had that thought come from? Was it a quote from Dragon Force? He mentally berated himself – it was rude to pretend you wanted to kill people you knew, and you could especially get in trouble for saying it on Facebook because employers would read it and think you were really a psychopath, and then the Government would read it and you would be deported.

He is not your friend. He said so himself. Remember the conversation about the Wii?

No, he told himself, he was probably born way after the end of the war, and besides, he was just a kid.

So were you, and yet you blame yourself. Here is an enemy. Enemies are for killing. Stab him through the heart with the knife. Avenge your fallen comrades.

Even if he was an enemy, he’s made no hostile moves, he’s welcomed me into his house, fed me his own food…

Like he would any prisoner of war. Because you are acting as though you have surrendered already. He has sent you away. He could be plotting anything. He is in the room alone with your Saturn.

But he really liked it! Maybe he’ll be converted by the experience. Maybe he’ll see a better way…

He is as incompatible with any other way as you are, and you know it. He will always be your enemy. Now, KILL HIM!

The voice was like the clarion call of an Angel of Death, and Cass could not look into those crimson eyes, or at the terrible visage of the figure in the battered topaz-blue armour, a revenant risen from the grave, who looked as though thousands of battles had claimed him before, and twisted phantoms of cerulean light like a thousand blue screens of death leaked from the hole in his armour where his entire left arm had been sheared, without obeying his call to war. He gripped the handle of the kitchen knife…

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[For context - seven men went missing. Marlow, a kelpie, says he took all seven, but only killed/ate two]

Roshan ground his teeth so hard it was audible from where I stood, and narrowed his eyes at Marlow. “Then where are they?”

“I told you. I took them under.” Marlow chuckled, sending shivers down my spine, and smiled that shark-toothed smile. “Grab on to my coat, manling, and I’ll take you under, too.”

The thought made me shudder, although I only half-understood why. I was all too able to imagine the bottom of what looked to be quite a deep river; the brownish water refracting the light, the grasping weed and silt of the river bottom, and that shark grin, those double-lidded eyes laughing at me as the air bubbled out of my lungs... With difficulty, I shook the idea off, and only then did I realise that Roshan – heroic, courageous, stupid Roshan – was actually stepping forwards. “If thou dostn’t bring them up, beast, then I’ll take thee up on that.”