"That's so beautifully ironic coming from you," the Master said with a smirk on his face, unable to believe the Doctor was telling him to listen. "You had over a thousand years to simply listen to me-- and you wouldn't do it till you were scared and desperate. Imagine if you'd listened when we were boys?"

Then perhaps his future could of changed. Everyone would of known and accepted it was real. Instead, he was simply deemed mad. "You can't say or do anything. Neither can I. We both have to accept that we may never communicate like sane or rational people. If we did, we wouldn't be Time Lords."

There was no such thing as functional or normal when it came to socialising Time Lords.