Here's a rough draft of a rewrite with a speech like that, I plan to do much more with this concept:
"Look upon my work, Doctor, and despair"
The Doctor looked on in horror at the fallen civilization she once called home, she'd seen it once before, but now she was forced to stand with the man who did it and take it all in. "Why would you do this?" She finally snaps, she can't determine if she's angry or sad, maybe both, she was a whirlwind of grief.
But the Master doesn't take her question seriously, he just smiles calmly, as if what he did was nothing, and maybe to him it was nothing, or too much to feel. "The better question, why wouldn't I?" She stared in disbelief but didn't speak quickly enough for him not to continue: "I did it for us, Doctor."
"Why would I want this?!" Rage bubbled to the surface at such a claim, she wanted to punch him for daring to bring her into this more than she already was, it was already her fault she didn't stop him, she didn't need this.
"Do you remember how old we were when we were forced into the academy? When we first looked into the good and the bad of the universe?"
She didn't remember, she was too young.
"You were one of the lucky ones, Doctor, most were driven mad. Though, maybe you are in your own little way with the hero complex and all."
"I'm not like you. I didn't want this." Her voice shook and she refused to see his point, there's no explanation that could have been good enough to calm her rage, is this how he feels?
"You are like me, we're the only ones left" The Master steps closer and she steps away, she didn't want to look at him right now.
"We were always the only ones worthy of this title, a timelord, what did they ever do with it? Nothing. They sat around and created monsters with their cruelty. What if it was up to you what to do? What if the laws of time were at your will? What would you do?" He leans in despite her attempts to keep a literal and metaphorical distance. "You'd do a better job than they did. We stand on the ruins of a world put out of it's misery, you should thank me."
Instead she punched him in the face. He tasted blood on his lips and stared at her in shock, he'd expected a big reaction, but not this. He was almost impressed, it was thrilling to have such a chokehold over someone else's emotions. Over the Doctor's emotions.
Her breath was shaky, the punch did nothing to help. "This is our home, did it mean nothing to you?! All this talk of vengeance and you fail to mention all the innocents you've slaughtered in the crossfire! Did they deserve it, Master?! I didn't want this!" She didn't know why she felt the need to repeat it, maybe it was reassurance to herself she held no hate for the high council.
"It meant everything to me!" He yelled back and she paused, he had been masking the hurt. Was he feeling remorse? No. He was upset he wasn't satisfied. "All those years with constant, pounding, drumming!" stomp stomp, stomp stomp. "I think about this wretched place and it's like it's still there. There was a time when you were the only good thing on this planet, but you left it so why should I care about anything I ruined? Unless I ruined you too by doing this, that'd be ironic, wouldn't it?"
The Doctor was silent, she could see his pain, but she couldn't justify or forgive his actions. "Just take me wherever you were going to."
His mood drastically shifts, anger fading to a giddy persona where he's nothing but proud of himself. "Follow me, dear." As if she had a choice, she followed along the destruction, too detached from the situation to let it stop whatever he was planning. Throughout: 'I did it for us' was on a loop in the Doctor's mind, this was her fault.
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