While he should've been pleased or even a little smug that his old friend was basically admitting that he was right, the Master didn't gloat about it. He just sat there quietly as he finally took a long, hard look at the other Time Lord. "You and me both," he finally replied. "Known for extremes I mean."
He frowned and crumpled up the now empty bag. "I thought about leaving this place and going back, but I figured what's the point? Rassilon will just put me through hell. I'll probably end up dead or worse. At least here... I don't know. I'm basically a free range prisoner in a pretty cage."