He looked over just once at the Master as they flew, his hearts tearing in two. He… He was nothing more than a rag doll, being tossed about like that.
It was like his Master wasn’t even there. He pulled up into orbit, sighing out and rubbing his hands through his hair and over his face. “I’m getting tea. You want any” he said flatly, a little annoyed at this new Master that had followed him onto the TARDIS.
His tone told him that the Doctor wasn’t pleased at him. There would be no help coming from him. He’d be trapped like this for as long as it mattered. Maybe the Doctor would just finish him off and not bother to bring him back! He would finally lay in the Darkness until his Lady needed him. That thought alone made the smile on his face a true one. He sat up and said “no thank you” in a rather cheery tone.