To ravage my mind, Doctor, far beyond what was necessary for your companion's interrogation... To lock me in a cycle of endlessly repeating memorised failures... To force me to remember things at my most crippled, my most scarred, my most defeated
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The enemy can always rebuild.
Let us discuss rebuilding, Herr Davros. Let us discuss security.
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I am, as ever, open to practical suggestions...
A pity to have encountered such a failure. The first new generations of my creation were about to be formed.
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A supposition. The Doctor is skilled in the arts of science, correct?
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Your supposition would, indeed, be correct. Excessively so. We are, at least, intellectual equals.
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[OOC: Davros's mood theme is so cute XD]
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[OOC: Grumpy little boxlet!]
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Of course, my whereabouts have safely remained... under his radar. Should you need a place to store the remains of your work.
I'd hate to see such progress lost.
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But what could one such as yourself have to gain, by enlisting me for the inevitable production of that which you once ran from?
Aside from an attempt to gain control of the same.
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Were I you, I would not have tolerated my existence, one second further. Were I you, Doctor, I would realise my folly with the utmost of bitterness.
Were I you, Doctor, I would not be distinctly worried by this turn of events.
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... Expected, I suppose.
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Still, I wonder at the wisdom of announcing your intentions for all the City to see. The Doctor will be expecting you now, if he wasn't already.
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