"That's better," he said in a tight voice, looking her over. Rassilon, she was like a ragdoll in his arms, limp and just as useless.

"I brutalized your planet," he informed her, "And I enjoyed every second of it. I would have built an empire-- a new home-- on its ashes, if it weren't for the Doctor and his pathetic little band of companions. Your species is nothing to me but a means to an end. Do you understand?"