Vague spoilers for Journey's End regarding Donna Noble
Help Me
The Master heard drums when he looked into the Untempered Schism; the Doctor heard a cry, just two words. Help me. And much like the Master, the sound has never gone away.
These ears have heard those words so many times since the day Rose whispered it as a spinning Christmas tree approached. But it still sounds strange coming from his own lips as he looks up at Wilf. "Help me."
Donna's limp body weighs less than the pain in his hearts. Help me. It's a confession of inadequacy, of weakness.
Of humanity, he supposes.