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"Gallifrey."
It was the first time he had spoken the name since…since the end. The end of the Time War; the end of so much. The end of Gallifrey. The name was all that was left; the name and the renegade. But that name still held power, and so did he. Together, they held too much power, far too much. This was the wrong time to say that name; the wrong way to use that name. He used the name; spoke it not in remembrance, but as justification for using the power he held; the power of life and death.
"I warn you. You did this."
As if that could absolve him. But he was too old, too tired to find another way. No second chances. Fire and water co-operated in the destruction he'd created. One of the most fundamental laws of this world broken, as if to highlight just how wrong this was. Everyone screamed. The Racnoss screamed with her children as they were drowned; her voice joining the echoes of millions of lamenting mothers, stored in the dark recesses of his memory. Donna screamed at him to stop. And the echoes of his people screamed in his head as he committed genocide yet again.
