[He thinks that maybe a nicely placed Drain Soul would make his opinion clear. If he can't do that then surely the Doctor shouldn't be able to do something, either! They both fall into a question of ethics. Draining peoples' soul against their will? Yeah, fine, that's bad (the Master does it anyway); turning people into a sheep? That strips them of their rights, too, Doctor!
He wants to fight, he wants to lash out.
His hands, with a tingle of Shadow aura, clench around his arms. He can't, he can't, he--
Deathwing is more of a danger than the Doctor. He can't lose this party, not yet.
He holds it all back and scowls.]
Of course you won't.
[He needs to get out of here, away from the Doctor before he does something he can't recover from.
The Master rocks forward and gracefully stands back on his feet.]
So good of us to have this talk, but I should mingle.
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He wants to fight, he wants to lash out.
His hands, with a tingle of Shadow aura, clench around his arms. He can't, he can't, he--
Deathwing is more of a danger than the Doctor. He can't lose this party, not yet.
He holds it all back and scowls.]
Of course you won't.
[He needs to get out of here, away from the Doctor before he does something he can't recover from.
The Master rocks forward and gracefully stands back on his feet.]
So good of us to have this talk, but I should mingle.