Emotions flow and burn deeply through the hearts of the lone Timelord. Cruel losses, lives taken in the mist of war or noble sacrifices for what was deemed the greater good. Weapons, darkness, mindless acts of violence and destruction from those who couldn't possibly fathom the consequences, or simply didn't care. Tantrums, screams and shouts of anger, frustration and utter desperation. But then there was the laughter, quiet giggles, sudden outbursts and the kind which brought tears to your eyes. Dancing and singing, merriment and happiness. The running in the face of certain disaster as adrenaline pumps through your veins, nothing stopping the rush. Not wind, nor rain, nor any form of physical blow.
The Doctor knew of these feelings all too well. His brain a battered box, filled with shattered dreams and tainted memories, his mistakes forced upon him like the proverbial wind at your back. The Timelord's days, nights and dreams polluted with sorrow, guilt and the weight of billions lives across the universe.