The Doctor lowers the gun, and fugues out big-time, staring at nothing, almost in tears: "I couldn't..." Pleading: "I wasn't..." He looks at the Dalek, and at Rose. Who's still accusatory but getting it; regardless of the fact that she doesn't actually get it, she's still getting it, because they love each other. The Doctor: "Oh, Rose! They're all dead." Compelling, I'll give him that. The Dalek asks why they survived, and the Doctor doesn't know. "I am the last of the Daleks," it says, speech getting thick. "You're not even that," says the Doctor. "Rose did more than regenerate you; you've absorbed her DNA. You're mutating." Rose turns and quickly looks at the Doctor. It's mutating -- into what? "Something new," says the Doctor. Which isn't an answer for the Dalek, but I don't think he's talking about the Dalek anymore. "I'm sorry," the Doctor adds, and Rose asks whether becoming new and better isn't maybe a good thing, but the Doctor knows: not for a Dalek, at least. "I can feel so many ideas, so much darkness..." says the Dalek. Last time we heard this speech, last time somebody saw inside her, might be worth a bit of the old compare and contrast. The Dalek: "Rose, give me orders! Order me to die." It closes its eyeball, and the Doctor, shocked, looks back and forth between them. The only two people in the universe that mean anything. The only two people who are part of him. "I can't do that," Rose says, shaking her head. "This is not life. This is sickness," the Dalek complains, and Rose's face goes warped with pity, and only a jerk would cry here, and I am not a jerk, so I didn't cry here. The Dalek: "I shall not be like you. Order my destruction! Obey! Obey! Obey!" That's actually where I cried, to be exact. It's so small, and so weak, and that's the first word it learned. Rose whispers -- apparently that "obey" stuff got to her too -- to "do it," and the Dalek asks her whether she's frightened, and she forces it out: "Yeah." Being kind to bad guys is weird, because you've gotta answer the opposite of what nice people would want. It's also a nice loop back to the beginning, when Rose wasn't scared but should have been, up to now, when she's not scared but pretends to be. Innocence to experience, yeah? But you can't have compassion without taking the trip. Pity, yes, but not compassion. So Rose is frightened. "So am I," the Dalek sighs. "Exterminate." Rose stumbles back, to the Doctor, as the armor closes, and the Dalek rises into the air, and those gold balls all over that they have detach, and spin around it in a sphere, and everything lights up, and inside the sphere the Dalek explodes, and then there's nothing. And the Doctor stares, because that's him too. And because there's a way in which he's more alone now than before, and he didn't even know it until it was too late. It's about intimacy.
Goddard approaches van Statten calmly, and signals to the guards around him, who grab him roughly and haul him away. "What the hell are you doing?" he screams. "Two hundred personnel dead, and all because of you, sir. Take him away, wipe his memory, and leave him by the road someplace." Van Statten's all, "You can't! I'm Henry van Statten!" And Goddard smirks: "And by tonight, Henry van Statten will be a homeless, brainless junkie living on the streets of San Diego...Seattle...Sacramento." She turns away, grinning hugely: "Someplace beginning with 'S.'" Which is satisfying to watch, and cathartic, but just because van Statten should have been scrap metal a half-hour ago doesn't make Goddard less of a dick for working there in the first place. And she's still kind of creepy.