The One Reason
Not who, he told himself as he passed the mounded dead, a burden on his heart he knew could never fully lift. Why.
He did not know this planet, these people, but his instincts were to save, to heal. Again, he and Amy and the Doctor had survived while everything around them burned. Traveling through time and space should be a thrill, an adventure; Rory felt like all he ever saw was death.
Amy waited for him in front of the TARDIS. Her hair blew softly with the wind as she watched him walk. Even from the distance her eyes looked sad. As he drew closer, her arm slowly reached up for his. She turned her head to look at what they were leaving. Rory took her hand and she looked back at him as the tears began to fall down her freckled cheeks.
Amy squeezed his hand and forced a smile. "The Doctor is waiting for us inside. Are you ready?"
No, he wanted to say. He didn't think he'd ever be ready. Then again, there was no real reason to stay. Those who remained here would rebuild for themselves, and Rory would have Amy. He nodded and followed her inside, never letting go of her hand.