Victory
You think you're so clever, don't you, Doctor? All that about the greatest weapon of all – pure theatrics.
Oh, and all business with the psychic network – honestly, floating across the room with a sparkly purple halo? That's really not doing anything for your great big macho reputation, you know.
And now you're cradling me in your arms like a child, screaming at me not to die, and you know, I almost feel sorry for you.
The last of your precious kind is dying, and it's your fault. Again. You've got to live with this, forever.
Guess what, Doctor?
I win.