Doctor: What is it that you actually want?
Doctor: Ah, right. And when this war is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're so close to getting what you want. What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Will you live in houses? Will you go to work? Will there be holidays? Oooh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who's going to make the violins? Well? Oh, you don't actually know, do you? Because like very other tantruming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want. So let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've killed all of the bad guys and when it's all perfect and just and fair. When you have finally got it exactly the way you want it... what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to protect your glorious revolution from the next one?
Doctor: Oh, will you? Well, maybe you will win. But nobody lives for long. The wheel just keeps turning. So, come on, break the cycle.
Bonnie: Why are you still talking?
Doctor: Because I want to get you to see, and I'm almost there.
Bonnie: Do you know what I see, Doctor? A box. A box with everything I need. A fifty percent chance.
Doctor: And we're off! Fingers on buzzers. Are ya feeling lucky? Ready to play the game? Who's going to be quickest? Who's going to be luckiest?
Kate: This is not a game!
Doctor: No! It's not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that quite sincerely.
Bonnie: Why are you doing this?
Kate: Yes, I'd quite like to know that too. You set this up. Why?
Doctor: Because it's not a game, Kate! This is a scale model of war. Every war every fought, right there in front of you! Because it's always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die. You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn, how many hearts will be broken, how many lives shattered, how much blood will spill until everybody does what they're always going to have to do from the very beginning: sit down and talk! Listen to me, listen. I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It's just a fancy word for changing your mind.
Bonnie: I will not change my mind.
Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box. You could walk right out of that door and you could stand your revolution down.
Bonnie: No. I'm not stopping this, Doctor. I've started this, I will not stop it. Do you think they'll let me go after what I've done?
Doctor: You're all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? Look at me, I'm unforgivable. Well here's the unforeseeable: I forgive you! After all you've done. I forgive you.
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