Human Nature (Nature)

I had blood on my hands. I still do. I killed him. Any TARDIS would go mad if she had to kill such an incredible man, such a wonderful, awe-inspiring timelord. But I wasn't just any TARDIS. I was the TARDIS. The last TARDIS. And he was MY timelord. I killed him, my own timelord. I'm a murderer. A traitor. But I held onto hope. Because John Smith, this mad Doctor wannabe, could still open the watch. He could die, and bring my Doctor back. And my Doctor would need me, then, to give him the strength to annihilate the "Family." And Martha needed me now, to help her. John Smith was horrible to her, and I wanted to kill him so badly then. He replaced my Doctor, and look how he hurt Martha and me! But I couldn't kill him. He was my Doctor's only hope. Besides, he was only human. It was in his nature.