It's a known fact that emotions are volatile.
The Doctor's emotions are no exception.
Facing the Daleks, it'd be a miracle if she managed to keep her cool.
But every time she saw them, she was angry, seething, furious.
How dare they survive where the Time Lords died?
Not only that, but they kept coming back. Again and again.
They kept coming back, regardless of what was thrown at them.
In those moments, it's no wonder why she loses it. Screaming, arguing, begging them to stay dead.
And then the danger passed and she felt hollow.
Empty.
All that suffering and for what? It was for nothing, nothing!
But that was not the part that scared her the most.
No, it was the looks she got from her companions. Those looks of pure horror, like they had finally seen who she was.
They saw her for the monster she was, not the saint she was painted as.
The horrors of her war will do that to anyone, given the time.
*I Of The Storm - Of Monsters and Men
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