Time lord Inglorious

It was red like human blood. It wasn't human, but It was blood. And The Doctor was covered in it. There were splashes on his shirt, blotches on his trousers, streaks on his face. And the aliens were dead most of them were Ct'thia a giant mantis like creature with insect eyes, mandibles instead of mouths and a blue exoskeleton. There were others,… some of them looked almost human. All were scattered around like broken dolls. And she didn't know how she felt.

He blinked at her and wiped his face on a blue hankercheif, the blood turned it purple.

"…Peri?"

He reached out to her and she flinched away.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed. "You're as bad as them!"

He looked around. "I had too, what they did what! What they were doing! I had to stop them!"

"Not like this," She said bitterly. "You could have talked to them!"

"They wouldn't listen," The Doctor countered. "Do you think I wanted…"he gestured at the carnage. "…This?!"

"I don't know! Sometimes you really seem to get off on this kind of thing." She said closing her eyes.

"How DARE YOU! They were torturing us! I got us out of this! I saved us!" He exclaimed.

"Look around you, Doctor you're not the hero this time. There is no good face you can put on this," Peri sighed.

He looked, actually looked at what had happened. Peri was expecting some horror, some visceral reaction. Instead he simply shrugged. "It was necessary."

She closed her eyes and sighed. Now it was starting to smell, the smell wasn't human, it was the strange, nauseous, herbaceous, smell of the butterfly kill jar.

"Let's just go back to the TARDIS."

They trudged back through the silent labs and cells of the Ct'thia spaceship, it's humming engines and the stained green walls, seemed to accuse wordlessly.