*Don't shoot him, Jack. He can't bear that idea, guns and violence, he still hates them, thinks they're so meaningless, violence like that.* You've just thought of everything this time, haven't you.
*He turns to face the Master, shoving his hands in his coat pockets, taking the abuse, so much like Jack took his fury and abuse. That's all he does to people, isn't it. Turn them into soldiers, he doesn't show them much that's magical, but they're oh so brilliant while they're with him, but he destroys them.* They already know.
*He turns his head away. They know a little, at least, and if they know more, it's because they were clever.* I don't hide who I am, not anymore. *No, he just runs from it. But ahhh, there it is. There's the same old Master, never changing.* And you're going to use this little, dingy old station to do it?
I'm surprised you think so highly of it. *Maybe a spark of hope.* I don't think it has the kind of capability you want out of a place to run your new world order. So, tell me, I'm dying to know, just, why here. Why wait for me.