034. Echoes from the Past
He said there wasn't a historical, non-fiction section in his library. He lied.
He said that any event worth recording he could just visit in the blink of an eye. The Doctor lied about that too.
His life, unlike her own, would be recorded across the millenniums, inscribed into the history books. It was only natural that he owned every-single one he could.
She found them.
There were thousands of books with a million answers. The truth sprawled across the billion pages holding every answer to every question about him.
A truth he didn't want her to know.
The vast quantity of them still overwhelms her. She doesn't want to think about what the content will do.
Every passing comment about him had become burned into her skull, adding to the mystery of his past. They called him the destroyed of worlds, a hero, no- a warrior, no- a savour, no- a killer. They told her to run and hide.
She's never read them, purely out of respect.
That and she'd never have the nerve to start.