He smiles a little as he forces himself to stand properly, pulling down the front of his jacket. “Maybe I was too focused on myself for that. Maybe I didn’t want to be like them, and in trying to help you through that, I became them. And I’m sorry” he said, taking the drink from him and raising it to his. The chiming of the glasses was too cheery for such a moment, but it didn’t stop him from taking a sip and grimacing at the welcome burn. “But its your choice now. It’s no longer the Time Lords, it’s just you. You want order in the universe? Fine. Though I’m not going to stop you if you want five cats and to knit potholders all day either” he smiles a bit, taking another sip. “The point is, it’s your life. I shouldn’t try to dictate it and you should be living it how you want to”
A smile arose on his face when it sounded as if the Doctor was going to allow him to finally go through every planet and take it over, eventually claiming the universe as his. Yet it faded into a deep frown by the end of his sentence. “Everything I say or do, you bash it down that idiotic tone. You say the words, but the meaning is completely different. I really wish that I’d just stayed in the Time Lord sometimes, you know that? Then I wouldn’t have to be forced into being stuck somewhere with you and your rubbish kids. How are they going to survive Doctor? One bloody TARDIS and you seem to think that every Time Lord should be in there under your rule. It’s like we’v- no, no I think I’ll stop there. Save some scrap of decency for the next time you come clawing back into my life. I refuse to chase after you anymore, Doctor. Over nine hundred years…. I just want someone to care for me the way I care about them. I want to get better so that I can plan properly and go after what I want. What I’ve always wanted, because unlike you, I haven’t lost sight of that independent goal.”
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