He stood there in the door of the Tardis. In his hand he held a golden bauble on a chain. It was the last of th Blue Souled Children and it was clearly evident that the Doctor fought for it.
The young man that Clara looked upon with friendly admiration and love had changed. His blue eyes, usually merry with a good jest or wild scheme, had now darkened into a storm gray. His full lips drawn into a thin, tight line; his facial features contorted with exhaustion and fury.
" It is done." He whispered to her. Clara noted his voice wasn't cheerful. Instead it sounded like it came from a deep well, or a tomb. Clara shuddered. Too many dreams about Trenzalore had haunted her. The Great Intelligence coming to claim her, Clara chasing after the Doctor through his timeline. The destruction and salvation of Gallifrey. She was surprised she didn't have anymore nightmares.
" Clara?"
She stared at him, not comprehending what she was witnessing. The man who abhorred violence and war; the man who would never destroy anything without a cause, was now covered in bright red blood.
His suit jacket was torn near the hem, his shirt was the same way,with the bow tie missing of course. It was a forest green one, Clara remembered, smiling wistfully, her eyes delicately tracing the bleeding gash that marred to Doctor's porclein beauty. There was no way this could be her Doctor. This man was not at all what she expected when she heard the signature noise of the Tardis. But here he was, the Mad Man in Box covered in blood, carrying the last creature of an ancient species in a necklace.
"Some stories are not meant to be shared."Clara thought to herself as she cleaned the Doctor's wounds.
" Especially when it comes to a murderer."
