035. Repeat
He just had to sit inside the Teselecta. If they didn't move, didn't take a single breathe, he'd live.
"River, he can't be dead. This is impossible."
All he had to do was sit and watch. No pain. No death. No endings.
"Maybe he's a clone or a duplicate or something?"
He'd forgotten how fragile they all were. They were made of glass. She was made of glass.
"Wake up! Go-on, wake up, you stupid bloody idiot!"
He just had to watch her fall apart.
"What do we do, Rory?"
Her tears mixed with dust and sand. Her words coated in passion, anguish and sorrow.
"No, you can't! He can't be dead!"
He was smashing her into a thousand pieces.
"Just wake up... please wake up!"
He was tearing her apart.
"Please- Please doctor! Just listen to me."
He was the big bad wolf that sat in the darkness watching his latest victim scream from his bite. He caused this just so he could keep living.
"Don't, you – you can't take him-just..."
Facing death felt hard, this was impossibly harder.