Until he was himself? What did that even mean? How could he be anything but what he was now? It was insane to expect the Master to be someone else, someone who didn't exist. With anger curling inside him, it took all his self control to not lash out at the Doctor. Instead, he calmly looked at him, fists clenched together. "The funny thing about the past is that you tend to look at it in rose tinted shades, believing a lie is possible. If you don't believe that this me is the real me then you clearly never paid that much attention. I've always been capable of all of this."

The Master rose to his feet, purposefully knocking the ice-cream of the table to spite the Doctor. Yep, there it went, banana ice cream all over the floor. All because he dared to compliment the man the Master had once been.

"It's funny really but all I needed was you to see all of this. I wanted to do so many brilliant beautiful things and then I met you. And you changed that. Now look at me!" the Master grinned an unhinged grin, turning his head to Jack with a laugh bubbling up inside him. "It's great to be 'his', isn't it? He loves to have friends, doesn't he? Not real friends, imaginary ones. Ones he makes up. Doesn't matter who we are or what we do. We have to fit his standard and do what he wants us to. Even if we aren't that person. Even if we can't be that person."

And the blunt fact of the matter was that the Master was not Koschei. And he wasn't that kind of man. Gritting his teeth, the Master shoved his chair back as far as he could, eyes back on the Doctor with a horrible feeling of bitterness and rejection. Rejection of the Doctor glorifying his youth and refusing to see the man he was.

"I'll glad suffer for all of time as long as you're suffering with me. We both deserve this, Doctor. We're going to rot in this rustbox forever and all because of you. Who knows, maybe the freak will outlive us both because we're not getting out of here any time soon, are we?"