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Traps. Daniel’s eyes flickered. Unlike…the Nazis. They preferred fear and brute force. This…this Deathrock preferred lies and trickery. Not unlike…the Doctor. A shiver traveled down the back of his spine as he clutched the luger tighter. Old scars ached as a familiar face hovered at the edges of Daniel’s memories. A haunting smile sending the shivers into the rest of his body. Shaking slightly, Daniel tried to force the Doctor back into the black hole of hatred he had built for the vile man. The color drained slightly from his face, though this was hard to pick up on due to his already palid state.