The Doctor tells Danny Boy to withdraw, and lets them go. If you don't get it, here's some more fuckin' help: "The Doctor has failed! His compassion is his greatest weakness!" Whatever, we get it. And you can't even say that this part is for kids, because what's actually being discussed in these retarded terms is still too complicated, no matter how stupidly you say it, for those children you hate so much to really even grasp. Point being, finally and boringly: The Daleks have won. Victory of the Daleks. Gotcha. Made up circumstance with literally a million backdoors and possibilities, shoehorned by a hundred underutilized concepts and set-pieces and merchandising opportunities into resolving down to one issue, which could easily have been avoided, and now cornholes us into one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen, because at this point it really is the only choice left, given the story logic we've got so far.
"Professor. You're a bomb! An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb." He doesn't get it. "There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you!" Cue the bleeding multiverse and wormholes, et cetera. The Dalek take off, triumphant, as we discuss this. They check out the bomb inside him and talk at length about how he is the bomb and the bomb is him, so there's no disconnecting him, and Amy stupidly goes, "There's a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? There's always a blue wire. Or a red one." Thanks for fucking helping, Amy. She complains about how he talked on and on about the War and all his memories and whatever, and the Doctor sort of explains: "Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain!"
Solution: Remember this other dead dude's life. Remember it so fucking hard that he stops being a bomb detonated by remote. He talks a bunch of random details about the real Bracewell's life, post offices and abbeys and ash trees of various number, and it goes for awhile, but like: His chest is a brassy steampunk breastplate with a huge counter on it, slowly counting down. Nobody ever noticed, until today, when the Doctor ripped open his shirt. Just didn't think about it, I guess. How did he feel, you may be asking yourself, when his parents died? I know I was wondering that. Well, I'll tell you: It hurt. This other person, man, it hurt him so much! When somebody's parents died that time.
The Doctor gives a seriously irritating made-up science speech that goes on for a hundred years, literally willing this plotpoint into existence out of nowhere, about how when the scarlet fever got Edwin's parents, it hurt I'm telling you, "worse than a wound," seriously that's what he says, and the Doctor is all, "Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees! By the Post Office! And your mum! And dad! And losing them! And men in the trenches you saw die! Remember it! Feel it! Because you're human! You're not like them! You are not like the Daleks!"