The Master finally had enough with settling with distant lip service from the higher ups and the various other Time Lords and their walking, talking phone boxes. It was a time where he ate snow and got fed up with waiting for anything other than a direct answer. Now that the arrogant bravado of Mayor Praetoris was alive and in person, he could finally collect on some truth on the optimistic side. Otherwise, he thought to settle for flesh.

"Morning," he said as he slunk out of the darkness, the shadows seemingly sticking to the bags beneath his eyes.