The Master.
Koschei.
His childhood friend, his best friend in the whole universe, who wanted nothing more than to see him dead...
How could you ever love someone like that?
In plain light, the Doctor liked to pretend that they were different; that he's got all the morals of a good character and the Master had all the bad.
But in reality, they were really the same.
Same amount of blood spilt for them, by them, with them.
While the Master hurt people, forced them to join him, the Doctor showed them wonders and flaws.
His friends wanted to fight for him.
Both had an army, the only difference was that one was willing.
The Doctor had mentioned before—the fact that he and the Master were the same—but no one seemed to listen.
You're different, Doctor.
Was he? How?
And no one has given him straight facts as to how they were different.
Not that he minded anyways...
He loved the Master despite it all.
*Daylight - David Kushner
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