He Never Counted

by Crimson stars and Silent stars

He never counted. He did not have the right to honor them in his memory. A murderer has no right. They died the innocent and he lived, the tainted. That is what he told himself. They did not want him. He had no place. Hatred was all he deserved. A vignette/poem about the guilt the Doctor endures regarding the murder of the children of Gallifrey.

1. Chapter 1

Hello! This is the first chapter of six. I will be posting a new chapter every day. I am quite new at this so I would love any feedback you have for me. Please keep it civil and enjoy the story! R&R!

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He never counted. How could he, it was all so fresh. To count them would reduce them to a statistic.

That is what he told himself.

He couldn't let them fade. He couldn't let that burning guilt in his stomach ever subside, because he deserved it.

That's what he told himself.

He got close sometimes. Maybe reducing them to a statistic would be better. Maybe he just wanted the hurt to stop. He got so close. "Maybe", he said. "Maybe, it would just be easier."

That is what he said when the Dalek came back. That is what he said as he heard the metal thing tell him: "You would make a good Dalek."

But he never counted. He never counted for the Dalek.