"The Daleks developed technology to convert other races -- to convert humans to be like them, once their numbers got low enough to make them desperate. They weren't so dissimilar themselves, once upon a time." Can you hear that bitterness, Daine? There's a lot of bitterness. "It shouldn't be like this, though. I shouldn't...feel. Not anything but hate, anyway. That's more or less the point of a Dalek."

He draws in another breath, and the eyestalk droops and dims slightly as he shuts his eye inside the casing. "I'm inside, but my body is...it's...."

The sentence tapers off, unfinished. It's not something he really wants to analyze.