The Master: Always the women.
The Doctor: I didn't see her.
The Master: Dying in your arms. Happy now?
The Doctor: You're not dying, don't be stupid. It's only a bullet, just regenerate.
The Master: No.
The Doctor: One little bullet, come on.
The Master: I guess you don't know me so well, I refuse.
The Doctor: Regenerate. Just regenerate. Please. Please! Just regenerate! Come on!
The Master: And spend the rest of my life imprisoned with you?
The Doctor: [crying]But you've got to. Come on. It can't end like this. You and me, all the things we've done. [A tear runs down the Doctor's cheek] Axons, remember the Axons? And the Daleks? [beat] We're the only two left. I have no one else. [shouts desperately:] REGENERATE!
The Master: [weakly] How about that. I win. [gulps in pain] Will it stop Doctor? [flashbacks to the young Master staring into the Time Vortex] The drumming. Will it stop?
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