Drums battered the inside of the Master's skull as emotions warred for dominance. He wanted to yell, to deny, to fight, to weep, to make love, to run... But most of all, he just wanted his Doctor.
His jaw clenched in the Doctor's hand but he didn't pull back, didn't give him a haughty, "Don't you dare touch me like that!"
He did look at the Doctor and say fiercely, "If you'd just shown me you'd needed me, really shown me, maybe I wouldn't have felt the only way I could win was to make you hurt, by refusing to regenerate. Maybe I would have let both of us be happy instead. Ever think about that, eh?"