Davros cackled at Robin, his laughter foul and maniacal. He wheeled about the room in his chariot, gliding over the ground effortlessly with the same low hum as the Dalek's. It was almost as if someone had taken a burnt corpse and fused it with the lower half of a Dalek. Even though he had no eyes, his sockets and brow twisted into a look of delight as he watched Robin and the Doctor, taking pleasure in his fury and pain as he struggled to remain standing.<br/><br/>"Oh my how vicious. Have you turned this one into a soldier yet, Doctor, or has it not been long enough for her to embrace her role as a sacrificial lamb?" Davros asked mockingly whilst the Doctor panted and snarled at him. "I see she has been scarred, a memory extractor I take it? Do you so delight in driving these poor misguided fools through your war zones and graveyards?"<br/><br/>"H-How are you able to be here? This place is for heroes," the Doctor asked between pants, stepping forward and bracing himself against the machine with one arm. "How are you controlling the Daleks, why are you posing as Jamie and<em>how are you still alive!</em>"<br/><br/>"Listen to him," Davros chuckled, turning his ugly head towards Robin. "He asks for answers but the only real question he wants to be answered is about my survival? Did he tell you about how he left me to die? Right after committing genocide on an entire species. Or has he led you to believe that he is somehow a saint?"