"He wants to destroy everything so nothing can threaten them after their ascension." He popped an eye open. Aha! Painkillers. He was even more eager for those.

"I could. He seemed a bit distracted, so I ought to talk to him. Or I might have Rex do an investigation." His own personal wee Davros, Rex was. Not that Tim wasn't fighting his more violent tendencies. He did have a soft spot for the troubled ones. And he felt better talking about them than anything his elder self had said to him.

"Oh! The Coordinator actually said something fairly kind to me." It was almost with a sense of awe that he delivered this information. As if he'd found a unicorn roaming the halls.