Who are you really?
You say you are not evil.
You say you can help.
You say that it's nobody's fault.
You say that you'll do the right thing.
You say that I can't come with you.
But I won't let this opportunity slip away.
You say that I'll get in the way.
I ask if you've ever said that before and if it's been true.
You allow me to come with you.
You say that I shouldn't even attempt to kill.
I don't understand; knocking someone out is effective and it makes sure no one gets hurt.
You reply: "Except the guy who you knocked out."
I know nothing of you.
And my instincts tell me not to ask.
The 'Evil One' was surrounded by darkness and secrets; and I think you are too.
You say you can teach me.
And you show me so much of the universe.
So much life, so much death; and everything that happens in between.
When the ending comes I spend time away from you for the first time since I left my home world.
I suddenly realize that I could have so much more than just the travelling.
I want the stability of being in one place.
You've never understood that.
You think I'm mad when I say I wish to stay on your home world.
You think no one would want to stay there.
Tied down by rules and regulations.
Never to travel again.
But I understand.
I choose to stay.
I choose to leave you.
I choose to live my life on Gallifrey.
I just hope it will be a long one.
