"No, I meant it. I meant every word."
The Doctor gave a grim laugh, leaning on himself and rubbing his eyes with his hands. He had been almost an hour lying in that corner, his back leaning on the wall. Around him, the console room of his TARDIS was a complete mess, pieces of the controls and walls torn apart an thrown everywhere. He could feel the ship shivering in pain.
"I don’t need your contempt" He muttered in reply, looking down to his bleeding knuckles and fingers "I have my own"
He clenched his hands tightly, trying to make them stop shaking, but it was in vain. He winced, shuddering. He wasn’t even going to try and get up.
"My ship, my rules" He looked up at the Valeyard, giving him a somber look "If I want to rip off every wire I’ll do it, and if I want to throw it into the sun and watch it burn, I’ll do that too. Get out of here if you don’t like it”