The Master taps his chin with the fingers of his right hand like he's deliberating that one really sarcastically hard. "Hm, oh dear, you're absolutely right, how kind of you to point out the error of my ways, I shall certainly go back and start something worthwhile, like a boy scout troupe."

So he was one of those who was certain that Good always lucked out and Evil got shafted. But the Master knew it was never that simple. Good and Evil were not made of black and white, and in the end Evil always had the edge, even when it seemed down. Ask millions of starving people all over that miserable planet. Ask the Time Lords. –Not that they'd ever admit it.–