Who are you really?
You say you're an adventurer.
But you're trapped, tied down with no escape.
You say you don't need anyone to help you.
You neither need nor want.
You say that I'll just get in the way.
And you have enough to worry about without me being under your feet.
You say that you wouldn't have betrayed me.
But when I see your 'best enemy' pointing the gun at me and I look you in the eye, I have to wonder.
You say you would do anything to get back to the stars.
I tuck that piece of information away in my mind, because "anything" is dangerous.
You say that there'll always be another day, another monster, another victory.
But you say it with a shadow in your eyes. I wonder again, who are you really?
You say you're a scientist.
Someone who will do something, rather than sit back and watch UNIT kill.
I say I don't understand why the aliens shouldn't die; if that's the only way they'll stop.
You say you understand why I say what I do, but I shouldn't say it all the same.
You say that we're friends.
I treasure your words. I know you don't say them often.
We laugh together in front of another alien invasion.
We rise up and send them back where they came from.
I see the happiness in your eyes.
Each time it stays longer, and the longer I think I've found you.
You tell me that whatever the cost we'll protect the earth.
I often wonder just how much you'd be willing to give up before you started to blame yourself.
Because here, on earth, there are other people to blame.
The Brigadier, when he sacrificed your long sought after friendship to save the earth.
Captain Yates, when he betrayed UNIT because he believed he was doing the right thing.
Humans, because you say we're weak.
And you shouldn't have to do what you do for us.
You say you always will though.
And I can just hope.
That it will never become too much for you to take.
That you will keep going and that you will sacrifice everything you know for the universe.
Because everyone has to make a choice sometime in their life.
They have to make the choice to do what's right or to do what's easy.
And I hope, Doctor, you'll make the right decision.
I hope you will save the people around you.
And not hurt them.
I hope you will believe that there's always someone out there that you can travel with.
I hope you can believe.
You certainly do in the goodness of your own species.
That they'll always do the right thing.
But I wonder: if they have imprisoned you here.
Why do you defend them? Why do praise them.
And why do you say that your friend turned enemy would never hurt me?
When he kills the people around us.
You always seem to have faith in him.
I've never felt the kind of faith that you have.
Nor the kind of love.
But I hope I will.
One day.
