Just after Amy's Choice; no major spoilers. Very short, a brief musing that I'm too tired to expand on.
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Only one person in the universe who hates me as much as you do.
Those things he said about you. You don't think any of that's true.
Of course he did. How could they not see it?
These silly humans. A mad man with a box, she'd called him once, but he was so wildly different and so absolutely amazing to her mind that it hadn't mattered. He knows that his companions tend to see him as larger than life, as a rescuing angel or wise guru. He sweeps out of the sky and saves the day, and everyone goes home for tea after.
He's saved the world- saved many worlds, really- more times than he cares to remember. But so many of those times he ended something; destroyed hundreds to save millions, or even worse ratios. Gallifrey...
Sometimes, when things have been worse than usual and he's deeper in his memories than he likes, he feels regrets. He regrets so much, of course, but these deeper ones would confuse his friends, any of them who couldn't see both sides. Rose had, once, somewhat, with that Dalek in the museum...
In those dark moments, his heart wept. For the Racnoss children, who hadn't known why they had to die; for the Weeping Angels, their memory, a race who couldn't survive without destroying others and maybe didn't deserve to be erased for it just to save others; for the not-vampire fish queen, and his inability to find another way.
He was a Time Lord, last child of Gallifrey. A fine representative of the dark times of his race, wasn't he?
Of course it was true.