This is just a little thingy I thought up when watching "The Runaway Bride." Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, I am not the BBC, therefore Doctor Who does not belong to me.
The last time he said it, he was watching his family burn. He watched the fiery waves of radiation wash over the planet, bathing it in gold before tearing it apart, and felt hot tears slide down his new face. As everything burned, he whispered it between sobs. And he had sworn never to speak the word again. It was gone, and it should be forgotten.
But then he said it, and he didn't know why. Maybe it had just been too much, arguing with that woman all day and trying to convince everyone that he wasn't a Martian. Then to see something that should have been dead, seen yet another race survive the flame...he couldn't handle it anymore. Why should these monsters have survived, while his family--sometimes dysfunctional but still entirely his--perished? Why should this creature have her children while he lost everything? So he brought them down again, not with fire but with water, and he said it. He said it because it was all there was left, because it should not be forgotten. He said it as a final elegy for his family, his friends, his world.
"Gallifrey."