Davros

Not directly observable, but inferred as a mix of megalomaniacal ambition and cold, calculating control over his regime.

Euphoric triumph tinged with manic obsession—he is reveling in the realization of his life’s work and the power it grants him.

Calmly authoritative, with a undercurrent of urgency to prevent the Daleks' genesis.

Determined and unburdened by moral hesitation; his focus on the Dalek project overshadows any concern for Sarah’s fate.

Righteously indignant and furious at Ronson's interference, masking a deeper paranoia about losing control of his creation.

A volatile mix of triumphant pride in his creation and seething rage at Ronson’s defiance, masking a deeper fear of losing control over his vision.

Proud and triumphant at the Dalek's activation, then enraged and authoritarian when Ronson intervenes, masking deep insecurity about his control over the Kaled hierarchy.

Not physically present, but his influence is palpable—a mix of awe, fear, and revulsion permeates the dialogue about his experiments.

Not directly observable, but inferred as fanatically driven—Davros’s absence from the scene is more terrifying than his presence, as his experiments and control over the Kaleds create an atmosphere of dread and urgency. His influence is felt through Ronson’s guilt and the Doctor’s determination to stop him.

A man teetering on the edge of a moral abyss, his fear of Davros’ wrath warring with his growing horror at what the Daleks represent. His voice wavers between defiance and defeat, betraying a deep sense of complicity in the coming genocide.

A man torn between guilt and fear, his surface compliance masking a deep well of self-loathing for his role in the regime’s atrocities. His desperation to atone is tempered by the terror of what Davros—and the Kaleds—might do to him if he betrays them.

Not directly observable, but inferred as smug and triumphant, knowing that the Council’s inaction will allow his plans to proceed unchecked.

Malevolent and calculating, with a sense of cold satisfaction at the progress of his plans. His emotional state is one of detached confidence, as he believes his schemes are unfolding exactly as intended.

Cold satisfaction masking deep anticipation of the impending genocide.

N/A (Davros is not physically present, but his presence is felt as a chilling, omnipresent threat.)

Coldly triumphant yet impatient, masking a deep-seated fear of imperfection and loss of control.

Controlled fury masking deep paranoia—his calm exterior belies a simmering rage at the erosion of his authority.

Calmly menacing, with a predatory focus that masks deep paranoia and a desire for absolute control.

Not directly observable, but inferred as coldly calculating—his actions are driven by a desire for total control and the extermination of his enemies.

Cold, triumphant, and utterly devoid of remorse—his emotional state is one of chilling certainty, as if the annihilation of his own people is a mere technicality in his grand design.

Feigned compliance masking deep fanaticism; triumphant and coldly resolute once the mask slips.

Cold, confident, and sinister. Davros’ emotional state is one of unchecked ambition and malice. His declaration of independence from external influence suggests a deep-seated belief in his own superiority and the inevitability of his plans. There is no hint of doubt or hesitation in his voice—only resolve.

Feigned sincerity masking deep malice and smug satisfaction at his own brilliance. His internal state is one of cold, calculated triumph, knowing he is orchestrating the annihilation of the Kaleds while positioning himself as a peacemaker.

Coldly calculating with a veneer of benevolence, masking deep satisfaction at his scheme's progress.

Feigned sincerity masking deep-seated malice and triumph; a predator savoring the moment before the kill.

Coldly triumphant, with a sense of inevitable victory. His demeanor is one of calculated confidence, masking any lingering doubt about the Thals’ compliance with his plan.

Coldly triumphant—exulting in the Thals’ unwitting role in his genocidal plan, confident in his control over the situation.

Ruthlessly triumphant, Davros’ emotional state is one of cold satisfaction, as the annihilation of the Kaleds clears the path for the Daleks’ rise. He feels no grief or regret, only the validation of his vision and the confirmation of his power. His words are a stark reminder of his lack of humanity, his focus entirely on the Daleks’ future dominance.

Ruthlessly triumphant, reveling in the birth of his genocidal creations and the fulfillment of his vision for universal supremacy.

Cold, triumphant, and ruthless. His emotional state is one of unbridled ambition and satisfaction, as he orchestrates the birth of the Daleks and the annihilation of the Kaleds. There is no remorse or hesitation in his actions, only the ironclad resolve to see his vision of universal conquest realized.

Ruthless and triumphant, reveling in the fulfillment of his vision and the impending doom of his enemies. His emotional state is one of cold, calculated satisfaction as he ensures the Daleks' creation and obedience.

Cold, calculating, and triumphant. There is no remorse for the Kaleds' destruction—only single-minded focus on the Daleks' creation. His detachment is chilling; he views the Daleks as his ultimate legacy, and their lack of morality as an improvement, not a defect.

Cold, calculating, and triumphant—his emotional detachment masks a deep-seated belief in his own infallibility and the righteousness of his vision for the Daleks.

Triumphant and ruthless, reveling in the Daleks' success and the abandonment of his own race, driven by an unyielding desire for power and dominance.

Triumphant and ruthless, his fanaticism bordering on ecstatic as he witnesses the fulfillment of his life's work—the birth of the Daleks.

Coldly triumphant, viewing Gharman’s betrayal and the resistance’s exposure as necessary steps to secure the Daleks’ dominance, with a hint of alertness at the Doctor’s unseen intrusion.

Coldly triumphant, with a hint of amusement at Gharman’s downfall. The banging in the ventilator shaft is an irritation, but his primary focus remains on the systematic eradication of dissent and the perfection of the Dalek project.

Coldly satisfied during the betrayal, then abruptly paranoid and alert upon hearing the banging—his control is challenged by an unseen variable.

Calculating and sinister, with a sense of cold confidence. He is fully aware of the power dynamics at play and relishes the opportunity to assert his dominance over the Doctor and his companions. His emotional state is one of controlled aggression, ready to exploit any weakness or moral dilemma the Doctor may face.

Cold fascination (at the Doctor’s claims of time travel) transitioning to predatory excitement (as he realizes the Doctor’s knowledge could secure the Daleks’ dominance). His surface calm is underpinned by a growing frustration at the Doctor’s refusal to comply, which he masks with sarcastic dismissal of the Doctor’s idealism. There’s a dark triumph in his voice as he identifies the Doctor’s conscience as his Achilles’ heel.

Coldly determined, with a underlying excitement at the prospect of shaping the Daleks’ future dominance, but frustrated by the Doctor’s refusal to cooperate.

Calculating and triumphant, deriving satisfaction from the Doctor’s moral dilemma. His tone is cold, but there is an undercurrent of excitement at the prospect of breaking the Doctor’s spirit and reshaping the future.

A dark, triumphant glee underpins his actions, fueled by the knowledge that he holds the Doctor’s companions’ lives in his hands. His emotional state is one of sadistic satisfaction, mixed with frustration at the Doctor’s defiance. He derives pleasure from the Doctor’s torment, seeing it as both a means to an end and a personal victory. There is no empathy in him—only the cold calculation of a tyrant who believes himself above moral constraints.

Triumphant and manipulative, even from afar. Davros’s absence from this moment does not diminish his power; rather, it amplifies it. He has forced the Doctor into a position where the only viable options are morally repugnant, and that is precisely where he wants him. There is a cold satisfaction in knowing that the Doctor is now faced with the same choices that Davros himself has embraced without hesitation.

Euphoric dominance masked by clinical detachment—Davros is exultant in his victory, but he never loses control. His emotions are channelled into precision, ensuring every word and action serves his endgame. There’s a flicker of genuine curiosity when he invites the Doctor to converse as scientists, but it’s transactional—he’s mining the Doctor’s mind for more secrets, not engaging in intellectual equality.

A cold, calculating exhilaration—he has not only extracted invaluable intelligence but also broken the Doctor’s moral resolve, setting the stage for the Daleks’ dominance. His shift to a scientific dialogue masks his deeper satisfaction at this psychological victory.

Arrogant and in control, but momentarily vulnerable when threatened—his survival instinct kicks in, revealing a flicker of fear before he regains dominance through cunning and reverses his order.

A volatile mix of arrogance and vulnerability, oscillating between godlike confidence in his vision and a fleeting fear of mortality when his life support is threatened. His recovery is swift, however, as he reasserts control and doubles down on his cruelty.

Shifts from defiant certainty to desperate vulnerability as his life support is threatened, then to cold, calculating control as he regains the upper hand. His emotional state is dominated by his obsession with power and his refusal to be defeated, even in moments of physical weakness.

Fanatically confident, masking a predatory undercurrent as he outmaneuvers the Doctor and asserts his control over the situation.

Calculating and composed, Davros operates from a position of cold strategic superiority. His emotional state is one of controlled confidence, aware that his retreat is not a concession but a repositioning for a more decisive strike. There is no panic or hesitation—only the precision of a master tactician.

Coldly confident—he is already anticipating the rebellion’s moves and has prepared countermeasures, knowing their hubris will lead them into his trap.

Feigned calm masking deep strategic confidence; his emotional state is one of controlled anticipation, knowing his plan is unfolding precisely as intended.

Seething with rage beneath a veneer of cold control. His pride is wounded by the rebellion’s challenge to his authority, but he suppresses his fury, channeling it into strategic resistance. There’s a sense of inevitability—he knows this confrontation was coming, and his tapping of the console suggests he’s already countering their demands. His feigned deliberation masks a deep-seated contempt for those who dare oppose him. He is not afraid, but he is cautious, aware that open defiance could provoke immediate violence.

Feigned calm masking seething fury and contempt for Gharman’s moral authority; internally, a cold determination to outmaneuver the rebellion.

Triumphant and contemptuous, masking his impatience with a veneer of calm authority. His private gloat reveals unbridled disdain for his opponents, coupled with a predatory satisfaction in outmaneuvering them.

Initially euphoric and triumphant, then descending into shock, horror, and existential dread as the Daleks turn on him, his creations rejecting his authority and declaring their independence.

Feigned confidence masking deep anxiety, shifting to horrified disbelief as his creations betray him.

A maelstrom of betrayal, horror, and existential dread—his life’s work has turned on him, and in his final moments, he is nothing more than prey to his own monsters.

Not applicable (Davros is not physically present), but his influence is one of cold, calculating triumph. The chaos in the bunker is the fulfillment of his vision—the Daleks, now independent, are carrying out his genocidal legacy.

Coldly triumphant—he knows his victory is inevitable and relishes the Elite’s paralysis.

Triumphant and manipulative, reveling in his control over the Kaled Elite and the situation. His emotional state is one of cold confidence, masking his true intentions to betray those who oppose him.

Triumphant and coldly calculating—he knows he has already won, and his delay tactic ensures the Daleks’ independence. His contempt for the Elite’s weakness is palpable, and his threats are precise, designed to break resistance.

A cold, triumphant fury, masked by a veneer of calm authority. He is in complete control, relishing the moment as he exposes the weaknesses of the Kaled Elite and ensures their submission. His emotional state is one of sadistic satisfaction, tempered by the need to maintain his facade of invincibility.

Feigned defiance masking deep fear and resignation; his loyalty to Davros is crumbling under the Doctor’s psychological pressure.

Feigned defiance masking deep desperation and crumbling loyalty; his emotional state shifts from defiant to broken as the Doctor and Sarah exploit his psychological weaknesses.

Not applicable (off-screen), but inferred as enraged and desperate—his downfall is imminent, and his inability to act directly makes him a pathetic figure, reduced to a cautionary tale by the Doctor's sabotage.

A dark, exultant satisfaction at the execution of his plan. There is no guilt, only the cold certainty that he has outmaneuvered his enemies and secured the future of his creation. His emotions are not those of a madman, but of a man who believes he is destined to reshape the universe in his image. The massacre is not an act of rage, but of calculated necessity.

Triumphant and exhilarated, with a sense of vindication as his lifelong work comes to fruition. There is also a cold, calculating satisfaction in his voice as he asserts his control over the Daleks and the fate of the Kaleds.

Triumphant and ruthless, with a sense of absolute control over the Daleks and the Kaled Elite.

Cold and detached, driven by his ambition to create the perfect war machine. His emotional state is one of ruthless ambition, with no regard for the lives he is destroying or the consequences of his actions.

Cold and detached, with a sense of absolute control and confidence in his vision for the Daleks’ future.

Cold and authoritative, Davros’s emotional state is one of oblivious confidence. He is focused on his vision for the Daleks and the Kaleds’ dominance, unaware of the impending destruction.

Desperate, enraged, and then utterly terrified. His emotional state is a spiral from defiance ('I am the master!') to pleading ('Have pity!') to abject horror as he realizes his creations have no use for him. The Daleks' rejection is the ultimate betrayal, and his death is a release from the madness of his own making.

Desperate and enraged, with a deep sense of betrayal and horror. Davros' emotions are a tumultuous mix of fury, desperation, and disbelief as he watches his creations turn against him. His pleas for obedience are laced with a manic intensity, but as the Daleks advance, his emotions shift to a tragic pitiable state—he is a man undone by his own hubris, his final moments a spectacle of a creator destroyed by his creation. There's a haunting sense of irony in his fate, as the very beings he sought to control become his executioners.

Furious and desperate, masking deep existential terror beneath a facade of control.

A volatile mix of terror, rage, and existential despair—his grand vision of control shattered by the very machines he built to enforce it. His final moments are a grotesque inversion of his godlike ambitions, reduced to a screaming, helpless victim of his own creation.

Furious, desperate, and terrified, oscillating between rage at the Daleks' betrayal and abject fear of his impending death. His emotional state is a maelstrom of unchecked ego and existential dread.

Desperate, enraged, and terrified. His emotional state is a rapid descent from defiance to pleading to abject horror as he realizes the Daleks' true nature. There is no dignity in his death—only the brutal irony of a creator undone by his own creation.