I've been insane most of my life, but this--this is something else.

[The Master is trying to look amused, but to anyone who knows him well enough, they might be able to tell that his smile is incredibly forced.]

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a mental asylum. How droll. Why even waste their resources on such a thing when there's apparently still a war going on? Hellooooo, Time Lords, you're about to get burned into oblivion. And I get a front row seat to it all this time. Possibly even a participant's badge.

[A pause, and just laughs a bit.] No, nonono. You're getting me good this time, Animus, but you need to try harder. I won't believe a bit of this. You will not tell me that all of this time has been meaningless.

[For a split second, his face goes deadly serious.]

You will not take this away from me.

[...And then comes back the grin, and he cuts off the feed for now.]

( Private to the Tenth Doctor // Hackable by the Eleventh if he so desires )