The Master had been fully prepared to tear a strip off the Doctor once they'd finally found him. But that was before he found the small journal his future self had left for him. Not only did it detail everything she'd gotten up to during that period of time, but it had also caused the Master to do some hard thinking. "No," he answered quietly as he set down the small book on the console. The Master tapped his finger on the cover and frowned, considering what direction to take this discussion in.
"She wrote it down... all of it. I don't have memories of what happened, but she wrote it all down for me. I think I know why you left, Doctor."