" . . it is all right. i believe i deserve it, " he chuckled weakly. " i —— have done things I no longer am proud of. "

her question was the obvious next thing to ask, but he became more nervous and uncomfortable at hearing it. " . . i was very different back then. filled with hate and bloodlust like the rest of my brothers. "

he smiled lightly at her comforting words. it was nice, but he felt it was . . probably different for his particular situation. " . . thank you. i think it was better that only four of us — remained in the universe. I hope you never have to meet one of my kind in the future .. "

" ehm . . worse than that, " he spoke awkwardly, careful with his words. " they are dangerous. anyone who is — not a dalek would be k¡lled. " harsh, but it was important that she knew.

" daleks are created hating. it is only due to my new human dna that i am able to feel anything else. " what a bleak existence. it still was, really.

" anything else was — engineered out of us by our creator. " he tried to offer a small smile. " hopefully you will not see them anytime soon. they are deadly. "

it could be worse. he was trying to soften his words, yes, but it was important she knew. " do you have — paper ? i will draw it for you. "

nodding in silent thanks, he sat back to draw the image of a dalek encased inside its armor just to show her. " this . . is a dalek. "

" that's one i haven't heard before, " he chuckled lightly. " the polycarbide armor stands around average human height. our entire lives are lived inside it. "

he blinked. it was an odd question to him at least —— he'd never really thought much of it. few things used to scare him. " even gunfire is ineffective against a dalek. there is not much to be scared of. "

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...𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼.

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martha !

( 😊‼️ ) how nice to see you again.

i'm doing very well now , thank you. how have you been ??