He only ever had one regret. Of course there were things he would've liked to have changed however things normally turned out for the best, but there was only one regret.
Her.
He never meant for it to end like that, for her world to crumble down. Sometimes if he concentrated he could still see her delicate face, her blond hair and most of all her smile, so rare but when it appeared it shone brighter than the sun, and he had seen his fair share of suns. He could imagine all the stories people would have told, her would-be legacy, her heroic death, everything she would have been remembered as, before time fractured, before the future she deserved was taken from her.
If he hadn't been stupid; if he'd have listened, would things have been different? Been the way they were supposed to have been? It wasn't the fact that he'd lost her, that the universe had lost her, because she was always going to die.
It was her family, he'd stripped them of their pride, by changing her fate, her death had been insignificant, only remembered by those who new her well.
It was her granddaughter; yes she still went on to do marvellous things, to travel the universe- to make history, however she did so with a different question in mind, a different outlook on the world, the cruel world her grandmother had escaped from by taking that gun to her head,
The gun…
How could he have been so blind? He'd told her she was going to die, he'd told her the rules. Then he had thrown them out, like common garbage. How was she supposed to act? He had always known she was noble.
The Timelord Victorious, just another flaw in his 'so perfect' image, just another curse of the Timelords.
Captain Adelaide Brooke died 2059 in her home in London, she will never be forgotten, not at least by him, Every Space Station, every Talking Robot and Red Planet sparked the memory of her.
Every Drop Of Water.