Davros was speechless as he stared at his creations with disbelief. He had made them, he had mutated them into what he viewed to be the perfect life form and encased them in armor of pure dalekanium. He had taken away their positive emotions and left only the bad ones. No one knew more about their construction than him and yet here he was, at their mercy again and working for his enemy. And it was his fault, for her had been the one to supply the Doctor with the means.<br/><br/>"Y-You won't stop the Daleks, Doctor," Davros snarled. "The Supreme Dalek escaped and there is no doubt that he is building up a force from the Dalek Paradigm that will eventually conquer the universe in one almighty swoop."<br/><br/>"Then I'll destroy them," the Doctor replied without hesitation. "I'll destroy them again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again, until eventually you and the enemy get the point," the Doctor growled back with more venom than Davros could possibly muster. "I will never stop beating you!"<br/><br/>The McCrimmon Daleks began to circle Davros, their eyes watching his every move as he looked around nervously. The Doctor folded his arms across his chest. "I should let them exterminate you..." he whispered. "For the lives that were lost today. For the people you've hurt, killed and humiliated, I should order them to execute you."<br/><br/>If the Doctor was building to something, he didn't get the chance to show it. As Robin's hand made its way into his and squeezed gently, he felt all the violence in his voice evaporate to nothing. He turned his head in her direction and after a moments pause smiled at her and nodded.<br/><br/>"Right you are," the Doctor said with a nod before clicking his fingers. "Jamies, do me a favor and transport Davros to the nearest universal police space station. They'll know what to do with the old coot."