“The thought of killing you off like this…” Dottore mused, the words melting into a quiet, amused laugh.

His boots echoed against the ground as he approached at an unhurried pace, stopping just within arm's reach. He looked down at your battered form with detached curiosity.

"You understand your situation, don't you?" His crimson gaze lingered on you, sharp behind that ever-present mask.

"So fragile. It's remarkable how quickly the human body ceases to function once deprived of the proper conditions— or just a little… rough play, hm?”

Silence settled between you before the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile.

"And yet..." he continued, voice smooth as silk, "I've given an opportunity most would consider extraordinarily generous. And you refuse? Why? Those… fools you call friends… where are they now when you need them?” he shook his head, though it didn’t seem from real disappointment, but a mocking manner.

”Anything they could do for you, I could do better.”