[He doesn't flinch, doesn't try to pull away when the Master attempts to attack him. He doesn't care about that; it's pretty typical for all their interactions, honestly. (He really misses the days when his attacks used to be as simple as swordfights sometimes.)
The Doctor grabs his wrist, wrapping his long fingers around it with ease, and staring at it right along with the Master. When he touches his skin, he gets odd, fragmented flashes of visions - things he's seen before, but from the Master's point of view - and he shakes his head to dissipate them. That's strange.]
Don't do that.
[He's not concerned for his own safety, but he would really like the Master to not use up all his lifeforce on stupid things like attacking him.]
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The Doctor grabs his wrist, wrapping his long fingers around it with ease, and staring at it right along with the Master. When he touches his skin, he gets odd, fragmented flashes of visions - things he's seen before, but from the Master's point of view - and he shakes his head to dissipate them. That's strange.]
Don't do that.
[He's not concerned for his own safety, but he would really like the Master to not use up all his lifeforce on stupid things like attacking him.]