The Doctor stood with a gun in his hand, cocked at a man who should have been dead, Rassolin. Behind him, the rest of Gallifrey was ready to come back into existence, all thanks to you.

Speak of the devil, you were standing behind him. It was a back and forth, the Doctor pointed the gun at Rassolin, then at you, then back at Rassolin. You'd convinced him to point the gun back to the other Lord President, but now you were back to looking down its barrel.

"He's to blame, not me." You tried to convince the Doctor, but saw the look in his eye. "Oh, the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back." You clicked your tongue.

"You never would, you coward." The Doctor didn't waver.

"Go on then. Do it." You challenged him. He had always been the weaker one between the two of you. He never had as much gall as you, even when you were children. But the look in his eyes now showed something you'd never seen in him before. Both of you were so, so old. Even now, with all of Gallifrey standing behind the Doctor, you were the only two left.