Just a one shot I wanted to do. It's what Rose was thinking during the events on the Dalek ship during Journey's End. Enjoy!
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I remember standing there. Looking at him. Helpless he was. Nothing he could do but stand there with his jaw clenched and his hands in fists, breathing heavily as beads of sweat started to form on his face. It was clear that he was trying his best not fall to the floor and give up.
It was his fault. The one and only Dalek creator, Davros. When he said the Doctor's soul would be revealed, I didn't think he was going to something as sinister as this. He tried to convince us that we were too blind to see who the Doctor really was when in reality all he was doing was taking all hope away from the Doctor and just put it right outside of his reach. I thought that was it. Until he continued his torcher.
Everyone knows that souls are as delicate as glass. Something as simple as one word would be strong enough to either help it move mountains or shatter it completely. Even the toughest of them all will eventually crumble. Especially someone like the Doctor. He has seen so many species die out; so many people die and watched whole planets burn. But he doesn't show his emotions in broad daylight. Instead he puts on a smile and tries to make the world around him more joyful. In his smile is hope. In those bright shining eyes of his I see kindness, generosity, honesty and much more. But in those eyes I also see pain and sadness. He gives so much because he has so little. Just nothing more then a box. Even though he spreads happiness and hope and joy where ever he goes, when he sleeps he cries. Cries because trouble follows him everywhere and anywhere. He cries because in the end, he is always alone.
These are the type of people who seem the hardest to crumble but are the easiest to be smashed. Because in reality, they are always unhappy on the inside. That's why the Doctor can't stay in one place. That's why he runs. He tries to get away from the ever-growing darkness inside him. But he can't. Davros knows this too.
That's why the man in front of me, the worst nightmare, the bringer of darkness is no more. Instead in his place is a man who is a broken structure waiting to fall to the floor. All I can do is watch helplessly as the Doctor's soul is shattered. Shattered to pieces that will soon become atoms that will soon become nothing more then dust scattered across the universe. There is virtually no hope for him. He refused to agree to any of his companion's methods because they would all lead to the destruction of something. His TARDIS had perished as it was thrown into the Dalak ship engine. He had lost Donna, he had no TARDIS, no companions that were able to help him and no chance of escape. All the more reason for Davros to keep pushing.
But you can only push so far until what you're pushing gives in and falls. Just like a soul can be completely obliterated even by the slightest fall. Because souls are as delicate as glass.
