"Because it's your home," the Master says, and it's not a question, not really. Wouldn't it be nice if it were just that easy. Decide that you want it there and it is. –is this the return to Oz, the grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws... how very appropriate–

"If you were noble I would be deciedly nauseous," he continues, snapping from his thoughts.