Jack was shaking, looking past the Doctor's shoulder to the Master. Who cared about fairness, or whether it was an honourable thing for him to do? Jack had waited far too long to be able to do that, and he wasn't even the least bit sorry about it. He couldn't avoid the Doctor's accusing gaze forever, and when his head was turned to him, he couldn't help but feel like a child being scolded for bullying at school.

"A year is a very long time, Doctor," Jack said through a tight jaw. "He didn't have any problem hurting a man who couldn't fight back. He didn't have a problem with hurting me with whatever it was he thought might be amusing that day." He glared past him to the Master again, actually a tiny bit pleased to see some bright red bleeding through the cloth. "He's lucky to have gotten away with that. He deserved it for running his mouth like that. I tolerated him talking about my team like that for far too long."