"Because what?", he asked with a frown, his fingers curling against the Master's gently. It felt weird having someone touch him after spending days avoiding the faintest contact, now he couldn't resist soaking it up. It didn't help that he'd always been somewhat of a social creature compared to most. The days he spent alone and talking to himself had nearly driven him mad. he didn't really want to think how long he would've lasted if he'd stayed there. You're still there, idiot. This...can't be real., he told himself stubbornly, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"You can't say that...", he frowned as he pulled himself to sit up again, tugging the Master close by the front of his shirt. He flinched slightly, bumping their foreheads together in his haste to give him a glimpse of them. The monsters. The screams that filled each corridor. The blood staining the walls and floor, only to be matched by the bodies piled everywhere. He pulled back just before the other could see everything, but not soon enough to avoid sharing the feelings he'd had. The blind fear, dark despair, and crushing loneliness. He let go of the Master quickly as he pushed himself off of the table, forcing himself to stand on shaky legs.
"Let's go now...I don't want saline..or blood. I want to leave.", he murmured firmly, leaning against the table for support. "Please..?"