The Master screwed his eyes shut and turned his head away from The Doctor. It was humiliating to look so weak in front of him. He was better than this, but... it was all so hard now.

"...I remember dying," he whispered. "I've died so many times, so many. I thought this would be the last." He laughed mirthlessly. "It was such a good death, wasn't it Doctor? So fitting. Never thought I'd feel cheated by being alive. I found myself... it was cold... the first thing I did, you know what it was?"

He looked into The Doctor's eyes, searching. "I screamed your name."