Who said anything about ill intentions? As far as you've told me, I won't change you. So...what's the harm, Doctor? Words have never killed anyone in the past. Not on their own at least.
You know, it's almost sad to watch you justify everything you've done so simply. What you've done isn't simple at all, Doctor. A man who set off to see the universe shouldn't be feared at all. You may enjoy the mood your title brings now, but just wait, it'll change soon enough.
[He claps a hand over his lips, laughing softly for a moment, the sound muffled between his fingertips.]
Maybe that's because I am a monster, Doctor. However unlike most with just a path of destruction in their wake, I have a plan, a purpose, a list if you will. You see, it's not enough for me to see the stars anymore. I no longer want to be loved, not when it's oh so much more satisfying to be feared.
We've never made the world a better place, Doctor. We've always managed to miss that mark. We save those we love and shun the others, corrupting them with sights and experiences they can't believe in. Then we throw them away when we're done with them. When we're tired of them. And we tell ourselves that it's because we're trying to save them because we love them. Tell me, Doctor, do you even know what love is? Can you really separate it from lust? From vanity? Have you ever truly loved anyone you brought along or were they just something new to pass the time? To hold your hand so you wouldn't get lonely?
[He approached the other with a raised brow, backing him up slowly until his back hit against the TARDIS. Whether or not he believed the Doctor's threats was yet to be seen, resting a hand against the TARDIS beside the other's head as he leane din with a smile.]
I'm going to make sure they never do it again, Doctor. Not to me, or you. Can't you see? I'm trying to save you.