p style="text-align: center;"The Master was able to take the most beautiful pictures, pictures of the human race, pictures of a Utopia, into dread and malice. He was able to take delight in pain, in seeing the Doctor suffer, and yet the Doctor did not see his malice. He did not see all he did. Yes, the madness of the MAster pained the Doctor, but instead of hating the Master with every fiber of his being, he forgave him. Because in the Master's eyes, the Doctor still saw, deep within, the childhood friend. And the Doctor so desperately wanted to not be alone. So he overlooked the madness, burning as a drumbeat inside the Master's head, and only saw what he needed to see. And what the Doctor saw when all the madness was stripped away was a lost child, thrown into the carnage of war and instilled with madness, who needed hope. Who needed a friend. And the Doctor had been that friend, once. And he was again. Because the Doctor knew friendship could be one-sided. And yet one-sided friendships can show us so much. Because that person, who is constantly there, that hand in the end of your vision, may just show you the way./p
p style="text-align: center;"-Analee Marie/p