[location: central mansion lobby]
He had, for all intents and purposes, been quite content (despite the relatively unexpected boredom that had resulted after he'd taken his position as lord and master of Earth) and he'd just been informed that Martha Jones' whereabouts had been found: the Doctor would be able to watch her die in front of his own eyes, powerless to help
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"Still collecting pets, then. Just think, in a few more centuries they'll be able to put out a game, just for you: gotta catch 'em all. I bet it'll sell well, if not just for those left behind wanting to see how their peers compare. Although, I think Pokémon might have the market cornered on the cute aspect. How many are here? What do you think, will I be able to get a sneak preview? As a beta tester, perhaps."
Tutting lightly, he shot the Doctor a look of mock admonishment. "Change, Doctor, is so hard to come by. I'd've thought you'd know that by now. Of course, you flip-flop quite well. Allowing Gallifrey to burn-- why, I'd almost have said you surprised me, except it's not the first time, is it? Self-righteous piousness doesn't work very well when it's coming from someone with that on their conscience. As for me--."
The Master shrugged, holding his hands out for a moment. "We both know that the universe likes having me around. Couldn't let you run amok now, could we? Even the Council wanted me back; it's tough being so adored by so many. Just ask Earth."
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He rolled his eyes.
"The universe would do a whole lot better without you, mate. You just don't want to lose the kids in the divorce." the Doctor said, folding his arms, and ignoring what he said about Gallifrey. For now at least. "The Council was desperate. You saw how far gone they were."
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