Rory: I brought you some food. I wasn’t sure what you ate. (pause) There was a girl. Your people took her. I just want to know if she’s safe. Why are you fighting us? We’re almost the same.
Alaya: You are so much less than us.
Rory: No, come on, look at the two of us. Our body structure’s almost identical. Even our faces are pretty similar. It’s mostly the skin that’s different. See for yourself. Touch my face.
Alaya: No!
Rory: Can I touch your face?
Alaya: Why?
Rory: I want to understand you. You’re our predecessors here. You’re our history. I want to know what it feels like. I’m not going to harm you. (gently touches her face) What do your people believe? I mean, do you have a god?
Alaya: A deity for simple-minded apes.
Rory: I should’ve put you in a room with my dad. He’d soon put you right on that.
Alaya: We see how you live your lives. The beliefs you cling to for comfort. And now we laugh at you. Aren’t you confused now, ape? Doesn’t my existance disprove your ape religion?
Rory: People’s beliefs aren’t that fragile.
Alaya: What do you believe, ape?
Rory: I never used to believe in anything. Except the healing power of sweet, strong tea. But being with the Doctor, the wonders he’s shown us, it’s given me…faith. I see why Amy kept waiting for him. Cos now I believe there are far greater things in the universe than we can ever imagine.
Alaya: No. All that awaits you is death.
Rory: Then maybe I’ll find wonders beyond that, too.
Alaya: I pray you find out. Very soon.
The God Complex:
Rory: But why us? Why are we here?
Doctor: It doesn’t want you. That’s why it kept showing you a way out. You’re not religious or supersitious, so there’s no faith for you to fall back on.