What do I desire?
Something you wouldn't understand. Something you couldn't comprehend. Something you could never believe.
You've never seen him. He's an enigma, wrapped in a mystery and layered with lying smiles that betray his true feelings.
What could you understand of that? You who wear your feelings on your sleeve, and so proudly, too? You have seen nothing, and he has seen everything.
He knows all, he sees all and you, compared to him, are blind, dumb and stupid. And so am I. We all are, compared to him.
"This man sees so much of war, death, destruction, chaos, but nothing of the good. None of it.
And when he does…when he finds it the reality sets in that it will disappear, be taken away, or destroyed.
What do I desire?
You see now that you could never give it to me. You see what a burden it is to be him, and it frightens you. As it should. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
He is the only one who can handle it. Who can see everything and still be so wonderful.
His life is space.
His burden is time.
He lives in a blue box.
He is the Lord of Time.
What do I desire?
The Doctor would be divine.