You have a choice. Kill everyone that could possibly be saved by going through there, or let me rule them all. Choose.” “You are a twisted man, Barry.” The Master held out an object which was carefully taken by Barry. “Huh.” Barry squinted at the key, then at The Master. “I honestly expected you to say some cheesy line like ‘death is better than servitude’ or some malarky.” The Master shook his head slowly. “As long as there is life, there is hope.” “There it is!” Barry shouted with false joviality, grabbing The Master and throwing him through the wall.
