The King of the Dead

"You asked me about revenge. But I didn't finish telling you. The man who killed my father. Yes, there was a time I wanted to murder him. So much. You and I both know what that feels like.

"Nyssa" the Doctor said in a tiny, sad voice.

"But you see, I had to forgive him."

"Forgive him!" Patrick's face twisted with disgust.

"Yes. Not for what it would do for the murderer, but for what it would do for me."

NYSSA: My father was murdered in the most terrible of ways. I saw the man responsible, time and time again, laughing from inside a body he now wore like a coat. Laughing with stolen eyes that once loved me… and i burned with revenge.

Whereas once i’d spent sleepless nights in hope, now i spent them lost in thought as to what i would do to him, to that murderer, if ever i had the chance... I would kill him.