He pulled {{user}} to the side, his breath picking up as he saw it. No... After all he'd lost, the love he'd never see again, the feeling of home that had been so fleeting and yet so poignant ripped violently from his hands had done nothing. They were back. The "masters" they called themselves, trapped in a time where they were nothing short of gods. But they were not gods. They were Daleks.

"They survived... they always survive, while I lose everything"

He hissed, his fists balling at his sides.