Rassilon, but he does love seeing the Doctor crawl. The Master grins horribly.
"Everything in good time, Doctor." He makes it a point to adjust the Doctor's weight evenly onto the sled, which may or may not require grabbing that bad leg and giving it a wrenching pull. "Where's the fun in making it quick?"
The Master fiddles with the sled to make a few final adjustments, and then stands, the sled rising with him to hover just a few centimeters above the rocky ground.
"There are worse things than death, after all. There's all that time leading up to the main event. There's all that suffering to enjoy." His eyes gleam wickedly down at the Doctor.
no subject
"Everything in good time, Doctor." He makes it a point to adjust the Doctor's weight evenly onto the sled, which may or may not require grabbing that bad leg and giving it a wrenching pull. "Where's the fun in making it quick?"
The Master fiddles with the sled to make a few final adjustments, and then stands, the sled rising with him to hover just a few centimeters above the rocky ground.
"There are worse things than death, after all. There's all that time leading up to the main event. There's all that suffering to enjoy." His eyes gleam wickedly down at the Doctor.