Not-Doctor, The Doctor and others in “Wild Blue Yonder”

We drifted here, in the lack of light. Passing no time. But we would feel it, from so far away. Your noisy, boiling universe. We want to travel there. To play your vicious games, and win.

But if you existed here, no shape, no form, no purpose, then what's made you so bad?

The things we've felt have shaped us, carrying across the dark. We could hear your lives of war, and blood and fury and hate... They made us like this.

We are more than that!

Love letters don't travel very far. And neither do your lies.