"It would be hell for me imprisoned here with you," you snarl. The word's are unfamiliar on your tongue and you know they don't belong here. Not right now. Not with you dying in his arms. These aren't the words your should be saying. You shouldn't be spitting them out like poison. You should be smirking and gloating at your victory with pain lacing your words, not this.
His body heaves with a heavy sob as he clutches your dying body. Tears shine in those brown eyes and you want nothing more than to apologize and regenerate just to bring the light back to that hollowness you see.
"You can't die, Master. Please," he says desperately. You spit the blood coming from your lungs onto that pinstripe suit of his.
"No," you reply simply. Had you sounded that cruel then? That pleased at his suffering? The thought makes you sick to your stomach. You'd been such a monster back then, there's no denying it.
"No. Please. You've got to. Please! We're the only ones left! Please, just REGENERATE!" The last word is an awful sort of screeching sound in your head, almost too distorted to make it out. It hurts so much, because you remember how he'd clutched his body after you'd shut his eyes even if one of your hearts was faintly beating and you were still aware. You know that that one screeched out word shows every bit of pain and sorrow must have felt over your death. And why would he feel like that? Because he was the last again? Certainly not over you. It just… couldn't be. No one cried over you - no one was supposed to cry over something evil being destroyed.
You smirk up at him, feeling your heart stutter to a halt.
"I win."
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Koschei snapped up in his bed, eyes wide and a scream seeming to stick in his throat. He gasped for breath, trying desperately to sooth the erratic beating of his hearts. "That didn't happen," he said to himself, the words choppy. "You… that's in the past. You're here now. You're forgiven, he said so." He nodded to himself, easing his mind away from the sorrow that still shone behind the Doctor's bright green eyes.
There was a small knock on the door, the sound coming off as nervous. "Kosch?" The Doctor's voice echoed behind the wood. "Kosch, are you all right? I heard a scream…" Koschei blushed, embarrassed that he'd been audible in his nightmare.
"I'm perfectly fine," he replied stiffly. The Doctor sighed and Koschei heard a small thump as he leaned against the door.
"You sure?" Koschei scoffed at the concern. He wasn't worthy of this man's kindness and he knew it. He could (had to) deal with his problems himself.
"Yes, now go back to bed. Rassilon knows how much sleep you get without checking up on me!" He sighed in a long suffering manner and he could see the Doctor's disbelieving nod in his mind's eye.
"Goodnight then, Kosch."
Koschei sighed.
"Goodnight, Theet."