Envy (of the Master)

I envy you your courage, Doctor.

I envy you your ability to trust.

They are primitives, so uncertain of themselves, and yet you have such certainty in them.

You allow the ebb and flow of the cosmos to pass unchallenged, and yet you will quietly move a pebble and change the course of the river. It is a universe of chaos, and yet you trust, that in the end, it will work; you believe that freedom will let them make the right decision.

These things you treasure are the things that I despise, and yet I cannot help but envy.