"I'm always like this," the Master snapped in annoyance, shoving the tea aside so he didn't accidentally break the cup in anger. He had some level of consideration at least. What did the Doctor want from him? To be a completely different man in a click of a finger? He would never be that. He could help and he could assist, play the role of useful. But in the end? He was this. A bitter angry man.
"How would you be? Tell me, oh great Doctor, how would you be if you could barely think from morning to night? Every moment, every second? It hurts so much, like something smash at my skull. And, to make it even better, imagine that thing that once gave you purpose through the torment meant nothing. It's all just a lie to make you some pawn in a grand plan," The Master gripped the table, snarling his words out in anger. He hated when the Doctor spoke down to him like this, like he understood and knew better. Like he ever could. His body flashed, his skull exposed to the Doctor in a horrible silhouette of blue.
"Tell me honestly. that you'd be full of love and happiness and I'll change my ways."
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"How would you be? Tell me, oh great Doctor, how would you be if you could barely think from morning to night? Every moment, every second? It hurts so much, like something smash at my skull. And, to make it even better, imagine that thing that once gave you purpose through the torment meant nothing. It's all just a lie to make you some pawn in a grand plan," The Master gripped the table, snarling his words out in anger. He hated when the Doctor spoke down to him like this, like he understood and knew better. Like he ever could. His body flashed, his skull exposed to the Doctor in a horrible silhouette of blue.
"Tell me honestly. that you'd be full of love and happiness and I'll change my ways."