The Master's unbridled glee at the opportunity to burn into this man, both mind and flesh is powerful enough to nearly make him forget how hungry he is, how close he is to dying. But the triumph is cut short by the sharp, sudden sting in his veins. He sucks in a breath, releasing the agent's wrist and bringing a hand to his neck.

He's weak enough, and the sedative potent enough, that pulling out the dart is the last thing the Master manages to do before everything goes dark. The dart tumbles from his fingers and his body follows, collapsing onto the grass like a puppet with the strings cut.