Ten picks up one of the sticks with the marshmallows on it. Begins to chew on that in delight. After finishing half of the marshmallow, simply remarks;

"No charade."

Another long stare over at The Master. Maybe, just maybe. Age made someone wiser. The Doctor doesn't see why they need to keep fighting, anymore. Or why they did for so long.

There are hints of pain and guilt on his face.