Oh, these humans were so easy to manipulate when you knew exactly which buttons to push, and while Ianto might not remember the year that had passed and then been reverted when the paradox was destroyed, The Master did. Torturing each one of Jack's little crew, slowly, agonizingly slowly to make it so much worse for Jack when the Master explained each detail, day by day, of how his team was breaking down. Ianto had, amazingly, been one of the last to fall. The Master had had bets on his being the first. But still, his fears had been made clear to him from almost day one, and they were so simple that it was ridiculous.
Daleks. Cybermen. The same sort of terrors that ran the universe over. So simple and yet, so easy to exploit when he had the knowledge and the desire. And oh, he had the desire, and his knowledge had never been in question.
Smirking as he set the TARDIS to autopilot through the vortex and strode over to where Ianto had fallen, a delightful mad amusement shining in his eyes. "Got to watch out for that first step. It's a doozy," He said, smirking wickedly down at the man as he extracted his laser screwdriver from his pocket and aimed it at Ianto's chest. It wasn't the one that he'd had before, but rather a replacement that he'd built after he'd woken up remembering who he was. But it still worked just the same. "Don't fret. They might no bother to torture you before they rip open your head and put your brain into one of their suits. At least you'll be allowed to keep a bit more of your personality. They do so like that bowing and scrapping, willing to please demeanor."