I teleport, and end up in the middle of a ship, a dalek ship. It feels so comforting to be home, other daleks are here, I am not alone anymore, I don't have that empty feeling inside my metal casing anymore. I have feelings now, which I will have to hide, but I wonder whether that makes me a better or worse dalek. Some may say I am not a proper dalek anymore, but I feel more like a dalek than I ever have. I have doubt, but I can think, I can plan things, I can hate so much more.

I move around the familiar ground, finding my way through halls and just casually join onto the back of a group of daleks. We are probably going to some sort of war, and I have never looked forward to getting to the battlefield more than now. I am still weaker than normal, but no one needs to know, because I am also stronger. Though I should really stop thinking like this.

It's hard to stop thinking, if you've ever tried. But a dalek normally goes through it's entire life without thinking more than necessary. I wonder about the dalek cult of Skaro; A group of 4 daleks who can think, and use it to their advantage. It must be nice to get to show your imagination. I don't want to though. I am happy to fight, and to be amongst other daleks.

I realise I am still wearing the vortex manipulator, that is a tricky situation to explain if someone asks about it. It can't slide off, so I just leave it. There is nothing I can do about it, and it doesn't matter anyway. I can keep it as a reminder of how weak the Doctor is.

I can think.
I can feel.
But I still hate.
I am still a dalek.
I am a dalek.

A/N
Tysm for reading this, and ik it's only a short last chapter but it's just an epilogue. I loved writing this, it was strangely fun. I love daleks. (No I am not a psychopath 😂) Also please point out any mistakes.