The Doctor took a moment before answering Robin's question. The memories he had regained through the partial regeneration still stung his mind and stabbed at the old wounds of his heart. It seemed almost extraordinary how he could forget about the Dalek's despite all they had done to ruin his life.<br/><br/>"A Dalek is a mutated organism that hails from a planet called Skaro," the Doctor began, taking a step back and sliding down the console until he was sat on the floor of the TARDIS, but at no point did he let go of Robin's hand. "They're a race that has been bred for one reason only; to wipe out anything that isn't like them. To them, different is ugly and must be purged from the Universe."<br/><br/>The Doctor shut his eyes and breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly as he prepared himself for what he was about to say next, "My race, the Time Lords, they took a stand and battled the Dalek's in a war. The worst war in all of history... The Last Great Time War."<br/><br/>His eyes opened and he looked up at Robin with a sad smile on his face, "And we lost Robin. We lost<em>badly</em>," he spoke softly, his voice cracking a little and his gaze dropping to the floor. "The Time Lords. My home planet of Gallifrey. It all went up in flames. And for a while... I thought the Dalek's burned with them."<br/><br/>He shook his head grimly, his voice heavy as the next words left his mouth. "I was so wrong Robin. The Dalek's survived and since then I've battled them again and again and again and again! Just as I have a thousand times before. Every conflict seeming as if it could be the last and yet every time I find myself facing them again and losing more every time."<br/><br/>The Doctor let out another heavy sigh and held Robin's hand to his forehead, taking comfort from the contact. "I hate them so much Robin. And they hate me even more."