There's only one way it could ever end.
Of course. Of course it could only end like this. Dragging them down with him.
But it had to end. All of it... it just had to end. Nine hundred years... more. He'd lost count. Nine hundred years of loss. Everyone. He'd lost everyone.
He was just sick of being alone. So tired. He was losing it— no, he'd lost it. And he was tired!
The water poured and drenched him. Cold. Not just the water. He was just so lonely. He was just so tired. And if he was going to kill anyone else... he didn't like it, but sometimes he just got so mad.
He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't stand losing anyone else. He couldn't stand letting anyone else get hurt...
The water of a river and the tears of one Time Lord mixed. He couldn't take any more... so he'd let it end. He'd wanted this for so long...
No more losing anyone. No more failure. No more.
"I'm sorry."
