The Doctor: You see now!? That's what they were planning, in the final days of the War. I had to stop them!
The Master: Then, take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!
Rassilon:You are diseased! Albeit a disease of our own making. No more...
Rassilon: Choose your enemy well. We are many; the Master is but one.
Rassilon: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us?
The Doctor:Get out of the way.The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon.Back into hell!
The Visionary:Gallifrey falling! Gallifrey falls!
Rassilon: You die with me, Doctor!
The Master:Get out of the way.
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