The Master asserted dominance again, and the Doctor struggled back. This was how things were supposed to be, he thought. They were supposed to fight like this, they were supposed to be two who fought against each other. The Master with one wrist in his grip, the Doctor with the other. They were the Ouroboros, each swallowing the others' tail.

He kissed back with his own form of dominance, and let his tongue sweep across the Master's mouth, dueling in his own way. A burst of something hit the Doctor in the chest. The Valeyard wanted this. He wanted to connect to the Master, maybe even wanted him physically, but he couldn't have him. The Master and the Doctor were the only ones to fight each other so completely.