fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
He didn't have to wait long. In the time it took Oswin to readjust the focus to her own reflection, and seeing the creature she feared and hated most, the Dalek's gun mount went off reflexively, blasting the window into tiny, glittering shards.
It was an impressive and terrible display of power Oswin claimed she never had, never wanted to recognize that she had.
In her mind's eye, she sat frozen in a plush black pilot's chair. Her hands were off the controls, no longer trusting herself. She remembered what the Doctor told her, though she didn't want to.
Daleks weren't designed to cry, the sound she made instead was worse.