The Doctor grinned rather madly at the memory. The smile felt so strange and unusual on his face, he almost didn't realize what it was. But it was such a brilliant prank. The whole experiment fell apart right in front of Borusa. Nothing could've been planned more perfectly.

"Well, you managed to get me back quite securely, if I remember," he replied, letting his head loll over so he was looking directly at the Master.

He could see him. Not just the incarnation he was in, not just the lines and planes of his face, but he could see the Master. He could see everything he was, everything he might've been. He was beautiful. It was a terribly romantic thought, and the Doctor realized the Valeyard would've been disgusted by it, but it was true. Right now, and always, the Master was beautiful.