The Doctor would point out to any willing by-passer that wouldn't judge him upon every move that had been made previously, that even the Master couldn't spark so much emotion among his twin hearts. Alright, the range of emotion he given toward his wife would be only his private section of 'emotion'. It is on reserve. No. The Dalek ... they stir far too many memories for the Doctor's mind. Far too many.
In the pit bottom of his mind, the Doctor always knew he had encountered the Dalek almost on every turn of his travel. Some easily sorted, some not so easily sorted, and there were those he simply hated the actions he himself took to ensure no other would suffer. The Dalek had caused far too many drops of blood spilled upon his hands, it was these blood that reminded the Doctor he was far from... mercy to all species.
Here the Doctor stood among the same room with Davros.
The mock, the taunt, the creepy laugh from Davros was simply making the Doctor sick. He hated it. He stared at furious the Davros. The words echoing among his ears as he walked slowly and around Davros as he wondered what had this genius got up in his sleeve this time.
"Why did I ever bother to let you live?"
The Doctor asked with hate seeping through his words, his fist clutch together as he walked close up toward Davros. However, deep among the Doctor's mind, he recalled why he let Davros lived, it was the mercy of forgiveness that was long installed into his mind lead him to let this happen. Simply... his wife had reminded him, all time shall pass and all evil shall return to none even it would take forever to achieve. Indeed... he had witnessed a rise of evil to be only rammed over by time itself. Time was the greatest weapon against all living things. Though, how many death could happen between the rise to the end?
Of course, Davros being Davros would have made plans to go against him. The Doctor being a fool in a way that hopped for a drop of mercy among Davros was once again diminished. It sickens the Doctor more to know Davros had linked every Dalek with him to supply his own sense of need to be 'immortal'; what kind of race, correction, creature... monster would do such things to any sort of living being? Actually correction again, the Dalek don't have the mind. The Dalek are a race that only understand the word 'hate' and 'follow the leader'.
It seems....
The question had always been there for the Doctor, how much hate could a race really hold? How crazy was it to build a race base upon the emotion of hate?
The Doctor slowly closed his eyes as he saw the planet of Skaro blow up. He stood there and thought for a long moment... Mercy.
The word mercy.
Of course. Mercy.
In the pit bottom of his mind, the Doctor always knew he had encountered the Dalek almost on every turn of his travel. Some easily sorted, some not so easily sorted, and there were those he simply hated the actions he himself took to ensure no other would suffer. The Dalek had caused far too many drops of blood spilled upon his hands, it was these blood that reminded the Doctor he was far from... mercy to all species.
Here the Doctor stood among the same room with Davros.
The mock, the taunt, the creepy laugh from Davros was simply making the Doctor sick. He hated it. He stared at furious the Davros. The words echoing among his ears as he walked slowly and around Davros as he wondered what had this genius got up in his sleeve this time.
"Why did I ever bother to let you live?"
The Doctor asked with hate seeping through his words, his fist clutch together as he walked close up toward Davros. However, deep among the Doctor's mind, he recalled why he let Davros lived, it was the mercy of forgiveness that was long installed into his mind lead him to let this happen. Simply... his wife had reminded him, all time shall pass and all evil shall return to none even it would take forever to achieve. Indeed... he had witnessed a rise of evil to be only rammed over by time itself. Time was the greatest weapon against all living things. Though, how many death could happen between the rise to the end?
Of course, Davros being Davros would have made plans to go against him. The Doctor being a fool in a way that hopped for a drop of mercy among Davros was once again diminished. It sickens the Doctor more to know Davros had linked every Dalek with him to supply his own sense of need to be 'immortal'; what kind of race, correction, creature... monster would do such things to any sort of living being? Actually correction again, the Dalek don't have the mind. The Dalek are a race that only understand the word 'hate' and 'follow the leader'.
It seems....
The question had always been there for the Doctor, how much hate could a race really hold? How crazy was it to build a race base upon the emotion of hate?
The Doctor slowly closed his eyes as he saw the planet of Skaro blow up. He stood there and thought for a long moment... Mercy.
The word mercy.
Of course. Mercy.
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