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Spoilers: 'The Sound of Drums', 'The Last of the Time Lords'
A Call To Arms
It's always there. In my head. The never-ending drumming.
It's a call. A summons. But there's nothing left to summon me to. The war is over. There's nothing left for me to fight.
Except him. I look at him, and I have a purpose once more. The drums sense it too. They are louder now. Encouraging. Promising. Filling me with ambition.
He doesn't want to fight. I see it in his eyes. He wants peace and forgiveness.
But he has no choice. Sooner or later he will have to fight. He will have to fight me.
The drums demand it.