A/N: Written for Dec. 1st.
It's the sky he misses most, the burnt orange sky that seemed to light his entire world on fire.
He misses watching the suns rise, misses the way the leaves would catch their light and make him feel like a passion was burning inside him.
It made him want something better, not for himself but for Gallifrey. He wanted to move past the old ways, the ways of tradition and non-interference, he wanted an age where the Time Lords were more than just a pompous race of people hovering over the rest of the universe as if they owned it.
No one owned the universe, no matter what some of his people thought.
Koschei would roll his eyes, tell him to stop acting like an idiot.
Until he started thinking too.
He wanted to break free, to find power that was beyond what they had here, to see what all those other planets, times and beings had to offer because surely they had something!
He remembers laying in the grass with the other boy, their eyes closed and hands held tight as they whispered of their plans to get away and never come home until they'd found whatever they were looking for.
Now, as he stands their watching it all burn, trying to block the screams from overwhelming his mind, he thinks that he never did run far enough.
