He rubs his forehead and looks up to meet Jack's eyes. "I'd attack him with my bare hands and rip him to shreds. Or die trying. You're right." Another heavy sigh. "I'm me, but I'm not him, not anymore. I have to get past his views on this. The Master could have killed me a million times and never did, and I always thought that meant something. But what he's really doing is keeping me alive so he can watch me break, isn't he? As he destroys everything around me, hurts those I love. Jack, I'm sorry." He puts his head back in his hands.