"It doesn't," the Doctor said suddenly, and his voice was gentler than most people in that room had ever heard it. "We don't have a choice. We stall, we wait and hash it out and discuss and discuss until our faces turn blue and we still won't have an answer. And in the meantime, that door could be moved. It could disappear. This place could be fortified a million times over in the time it took us to come to the right... the 'fair' decision."

He folded his arms over his chest.

"And if we loose this chance to do something, we may find the park changes for the worse tomorrow. The "no-killing" rule could be revoked, the food could stop replenishing; we don't know anything and that means we have to do this. Whatever the outcome." His glance in the Master's direction jsut then was rather too obvious. "Whatever the risks."