"In my current frame of mind?" The Master turned back towards Jack, his eyes a bit too bright. "I don't know. I might. And I'd rather not." He ran a hand through his hair again.
"Jack, my Jack, he's always staying when it isn't safe. I mean, really, when it gets that bad, why doesn't he just leave me with something that it isn't going to matter if I kill? Why does he leave himself in harm's way?" He held Jack's gaze. "He never tells me why. And you wouldn't have a clue, would you?"