I have always believed in that the strongest of men are those that never back down from an opportunity to prove themselves. The ones who are able to ignite their innermost flames of anger, passion, and desire without even stopping to think,without even hesitating in order to consider the outcomes of their actions, be it the suffering of their innocent victims, the heart wrenching guilt that can stay with a man until death do them apart, or even death itself.

This is where the Doctor falls short.

It's sad, but I'm afraid it is true.

The Doctor is a man of intense emotion. It is perhaps his greatest downfall. He has allowed it to guide himself through every adventure he has ever had, allowed it to show him the light at the end of every tunnel when all signs of hope appeared to have been decimated, and throughout every life the Doctor has lived, it has made him weak.

Picture this if you will:

The Doctor, faced with a predicament of his own creation, stuck with the choice of killing to save billions. How many? It doesn't matter. For the Doctor, one life is just as precious as the rest.

Now. If the tables were turned slightly, if the Doctor's only way out of his own mess was to sacrifice himself for the greater cause…

Tell me, which of those acts would the Doctor be more likely to carry out?

You'd better off by not insulting your own intelligence.

The Doctor is weak and he admits it.

Sacrifice most of the human race to wipe the Daleks from existence using the delta wave?

Coward.

Murder in cold blood every citizen aboard a star ship destined to roam the stars in order to rescue the last star whale in existence?

Pathetic.

The list could go on. I do suppose though, it could be argued that this mind-set is necessary for one whose primary function in life is to protect the universe. Then again, perhaps not. After all:

It's precisely the reason that he's dead.

Well, as good as dead.

You see, I exploited all of the Doctors' greatest weaknesses, not just his compassion. I bent the rules of reality and time itself out of shape in an effort to rid the world of the filth that calls itself a time-lord.

I suppose this is the point at which the most important question of the hour is asked, by the small childlike voice of hope.

"Who are you?"

Oho, my child. That is a question, for which the answer will come, ironically enough, in time.

For now however, there is a deeper, darker question-

No, call it a message, for what remains of the Doctor, all that he stands for, and all that he has done. If there are possibly any left to be found for the man, it very well may be his one chance of survival, should he take heed of my warning.

"Armada, they live"

If you are smart enough Doctor, and I do hope that in over two thousand years you have become so, you will understand. Once you do, what remains of you will become nothing more than a memory tarnished by my hand. A stain on the commandments of the universe.

Now, it is time to do what you do best.

Run, Doctor…

Run.