It's the same thing night on night
Who's wrong baby who's right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don't see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
I'm caught movin' one step up and two steps back
I’d planned on going and executing Davros because really, he deserved it. Bio-engineering a race so destructive and xenophobic that it’s sole purpose was to destroy everything that was different? Rassilon knows why the Timelords even let him do it in the first place because personally? I have no idea.
Once, literally a lifetime ago, they’d sent me to destroy the Daleks at their creation. Unsurprisingly, I guess, I couldn’t bring myself to commit genocide. Today? Too many lives had been lost. Too many been threatened and ended, too many innocent lives.
Just to catch and duplicate myself.
To kill the High Council.
We stopped them of course. I wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t of at least tried. It was thanks to Tegan we’d discovered where the Movellan virus was hidden. Destroyed all those that came to Earth.
I’d planned on going and executing Davros. Planned on but he called my bluff. A bluff that I didn’t even realise I was playing. I couldn’t do it and he knew it.
He knew it and I didn’t.
Where along the line did I believe that I could kill someone? In cold blood at that?
If I could have killed, would I be as bad as him?
Would I have been worse?
Muse: The Doctor (Five)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 211