Dimatis 7. He didn't file the name away as he would a piece of information he was given that meant little to him. He focused on it, and then put it away in a place in his mind he rarely let himself dwell in, a place where all the memories of a young child went, the memories of a person who was not the Master.

A small wave of irritation sparked through him at the next memory, and a scowl flitted across his features. He immediately pushed the feeling down, those memories, however useful to the Doctor, were of no use to him. He had no intention of growing soft or lingering too long in these. After this was over, they would go back to how they were before, and none of this, here and now, would matter.

"I believe I may have shouted something to the extent of never speaking to you again for all the rest of my lives."