The Master: I took Lucy to Utopia. A Time Lord and his human companion. I took her to see the stars. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?
Lucy Saxon: Trillions of years into the future, to the end of the universe.
The Master: Tell him what you saw.
Lucy Saxon: Dying. Everything dying. The whole of creation was falling apart and I thought: there’s no point. No point to anything. Not ever.
(Source: greatandbountifulhumanempire)
I want to RP her so fucking hard you cannot even fathom.
I’ve always thought that her’s was one of the saddest stories ever on Doctor Who. Because for all the wonderful things...