"You are the destroyer of worlds." The words echo around my head, hours after they had initially been said, their truthfulness hitting me like a ton of bricks. As much as I want to deny it, I know that it's completely true. I fought in a war that destroyed countless worlds. I am the very reason that my own planet is gone. But it's not just literal world's that I have destroyed.
Rose Tyler… looked into the heart of the TARDIS to save my life, and is stuck in a parallel world because she accepted my offer to travel in time. Martha Jones… cloned by the Sontarans because of the job she got from UNIT after meeting me. Jenny… died to save me. Donna Noble… all memories of me, the TARDIS, and all the world's she had helped to save, gone forever. The list continues on and on. I destroyed their worlds, changing their lives, one by one.
So, I do what I do best, I keep running. Never stopping, never faltering. Except this time, I am alone.
