HUSBANDRY IN HEAVEN
"Their candles are all out," I whisper. No, Davros is no breeder of life. He's the seed that kills all other seeds and snuffs the stars to cancel, not conserve. He'd cancel himself before conceding the universe deserves to live. Deserves! The universe is guilty, I'm guilty, Davros is right; all must go, especially me, the guiltiest of all. He rightly evokes my shame. My sacrificial lambs, my candles, flared bright, then fell, extinguished for undeserving me. And you, my erstwhile martyrs, no! Don't die, or kill, for me! You can't save me, or the universe, by blowing it up.