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Higurashi Gou ~ I Believe What You Said by Asaka ~ English Subtitels
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The Doctor was very quiet.
He begins to check the view screen. By every single sense of the word, it was odd. And he meant the word "odd" in about approximately 3,768.5 languages (Nahuatl in particular). If the readings were accurate, not only was he somewhere where time no longer flowed in whatever direction that you can think of, he was not even in the Time Vortex which was where the TARDIS last was not a moment ago. It didn't stop there. He was in a place where time no longer existed. He was effectively outside of time.
Literally in the middle of nowhere and nowhen, he thought.
Well...more like a no-time dimension between dimensions...like a bubble dimension whose nature separates from the flow of natural time. Ah, that was quite clever, he thought. He should remember to take note of this to Gabby or Cindy when he decided to pick them up for the next adventure. Or even when he decides to pick up Touma, Shinichi, Kyon, Sota, and Lelouch for another educational field trip, continuing to teach all of them about the concept of dimensions in space-time and how each differs in their property and nature. Or even maybe discuss it when he brings another TARDIS School session that is to be scheduled a bit later.
Elementary Physics With Theoretical and Practical Benefits, one of the specific subjects that he was good at. He even thought about this with a smile of reminiscence that lasted temporarily, eventually remembering the predicament that he was in.
Where and when was he?
Time is out of the equation as the concept doesn't even exist in this dimension. There was this familiar inkling that was shuddering his spine. Some part of him thought that he was brought here by an extraordinary force. Who? What? He did not know. Could be any number of beings out there in the universe, or in the wider Multiverse. Pulling the TARDIS out of the Vortex at mid-flight required a tremendous amount of power. Not just anyone can yank the TARDIS away, especially when he had just had the shields and the security measures at full power and active. The reason being is that the last incident before this one had him once again (he honestly lost count by this point) bumping into his fifth incarnation, the one with the blonde hair and the celery sticking into the left lapel of his coat. Ah, that was his Doctor, a fan-favorite past incarnation.
Another TARDIS crash, two TARDISes crashing upon each other by accident all because the Doctor once again forgot to put on the shields. Some people such as Gabby or Lelouch were already criticizing the sheer recklessness of this choice, but in his defense, without the shields, he ended up discovering the situation on the Titanic.
Not that one that crashed into an iceberg, he'd already been there from several incarnations, from the seventh incarnation when he was with Ace and Bernice Summerfield, or when he was in his ninth incarnation, having to hold on to the iceberg for dear life.
No, he was talking about the other ship which was in danger of crashing into Buckingham Palace and would have decimated all life on Earth. In fact...he shivered as he had managed to see such twisted outcomes for himself, even taking a trip to the now-defunct Donna's World where he saw the ship crashing with his very own eyes, and that was during a time when he discovered traces and activities of the Trickster's Brigade and Faction Paradox.
It made him just realize how much he truly missed the wonderful and brilliant Donna Noble. A Doctor-Donna would have been the most wonderful thing for him to experience. But that sadly cannot be. He knew. He just looked into the potentialities and can see Donna just dying. Doesn't matter what, she does. He can't allow that to happen. The only way to keep her safe from those potential fates is for her to be safe is to take all of her memories away and allow her to live a normal life.
...No, he can't really think about this now.
He needed to keep focus.
He sighed. There was no point in waiting. The TARDIS cannot be moved as it is stuck until this someone who brought him here deemed it to not be so. He was at an impasse and he may as well need to greet whoever did this. He just hoped that it wasn't the Toymaker again. He'd had enough of his games to last more than several lifetimes.
He heads towards the doors and stops for a moment, sighing once again. "Well, here's goes nothing."
He walks out of the door and begins to introduce himself.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor and I'm..."
But his voice stopped at mid-sentence, losing the desire to finish it. He can only look at his entire surroundings which were covered with white marble walls. Very white, spotless and squeaky clean. And you wouldn't see one inch of dirt from the very floor that can reflect your own self. There were giant glass windows that he noted didn't lead anywhere. Just to a white abyss. No color at all except for a bright white blank canvas. And there were simple tea sets and tables all prepared for the sake of the guest of arrival and for the host who would provide the guest with a proper mode of hospitality. And...there was no one really here except for him.
Wait, he thought. Now he recognized this place. These hallowed halls scream familiarity and formality. Been a while since he last set foot in this place. Strictly speaking, there was only one person that he knew whenever this place is concerned.
"Nice to finally step out of your ship and entertain me, my Lord Doctor."
He hears the familiar cold voice of a young woman of miracles. He turned to his right and found someone materializing in the blink of an eye.
To state her physical appearance that was already making itself shown, she was a young woman wearing a black and white Lolita dress. Her hair was the color of blue steel that reaches her neck. There was a blue steel ribbon attached to her black tail that was slightly waging like a cat showing a subtle level of playful excitement. She also had her legs adorned with a pair of white stockings.
If one didn't know better, it looked like the appearance of a cosplayer that the Doctor would find in some of the places on Earth that he visits such as Akihabara or even the Comic-Con Events where he poses as himself. Long story short, that was when he was visiting worlds where he was a fictional character. Not the first nor the last time and simply took it in stride.
But this was no mere cosplayer.
From his point of view, she was like a living distortion or a walking contradiction that brings out the cold feeling of despair and hopelessness born from another lifetime that was tinged with the error of logic. Abounding within her was the presence of multiple sets of infinite concepts and probabilities that can all be brought down to an absolute 0% if she so wishes. She holds the title of a Witch. No, not a witch in the sense of a magical practitioner which may be what most are thinking when she is called a Witch. Magic and the mere concept of it are meaningless to someone like her, just one little pebble to be dropped in the expanding sea of the metaphysical realms of the higher layers.
She is the Witch of Miracles, but the term "Miracle" in context refers to something far more than just an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention, or an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment, or even a divinely natural phenomenon experienced as the fulfillment of spiritual law, even though she has the power or the capability to do just that.
Considered to be the Cruelest and Endless Witch of the Senate, meaning that she has a much higher ranking in the native cosmos that she came from, higher than all of her fellow Witches who see the infinite expanding multiverse (noting the relative term of the word as the differences between the smaller "m" and the larger "M" are as different in technical terminology) as a mere speck of dust on her feet not worth mentioning. A Voyager Witch by nature, meaning that she has the capability to traverse the infinite expanding multiverse and what lay beyond the borders.
She was...something of an acquaintance, an old friend that scares his earliest of incarnations and had simply grown accustomed to such trivialities in his present tenth face. From time to time, she would simply drag him to her lair where he would simply have simple discussions and debates with her. It had been a tradition that he had observed since his first incarnation.
Now, he was summoned by her once more to this very place with no-time.
"Lady Frederica Bernkastel," the Doctor said respectfully and cautiously.
He looks straight at her in the eyes that were of a colorless purple and he can see the cold passing of the ages. She was older than she looked. Whether she or the Doctor was old is irrelevant. Time has no ulterior meaning to them. The eyes of this woman reflected a sense of contradiction, carrying an aspect of a past that was her own and not so much at all. It was likened to that of a corpse that was lifeless and yet still carries on even to the grave.
Her eyes were unsettling and put him on edge back in the earliest of days. Now, he still feels unsettlement, but it was informed by a set of multiple experiences that he never had before the earliest of days. Her eyes reminded him of one young child with the same time of hair as she did, a child that he looks at as if she were his own adopted daughter. The young child who had suffered too much before she got her happy ending, with a little help from Touma.
"("Oh...Hello, Rika...Again...")" when he uttered "Lady Frederica Bernkastel", he was also thinking of another thought as his face turn sad with a solemn demeanor, looking straight at Bernkastel and seeing both her and the young child by the name of Rika Furude.
Time simply stopped for him. Every option that he has is now being considered with care as it ran through every single thought as if it were choices that were made like instruments for him to pick and choose from. And they were weighted into one.
He chooses the best possible path that he at been given and takes the choice of preferring to sit down quietly. From the corner of his eye, he sees the young woman smirk as if she made a perfect guess of what he was about to do. He sees her simply take her own seat from the south corner and join him at the table.
Now he begins to think of other possibilities to contemplate. He took an interest in the variable sets of tea that was on the table, prepared and ready for him to inspect. He takes one tea cup nearby and begins to pour out the tea from the nearby pot like an English gentleman well-practiced in formal manners of etiquette. He sips the tea with care and dignity, even contemplating how the liquid is being consumed, and feels his nerves calm down just a bit. He ponders probabilities, anything that can or would or should happen with each step (action) to take. He examined the nature of the tea (green herb tea from his perceptible senses) and looked back at the history of the concept and the concept of its existence. Even the ingredients that were mixed formed such an exquisite aroma for the nose and a preferred taste of relaxation that enlightens the mind.
Again, he sees Bernkastel drinking her tea and sipping it calmly. She probably also did what he did, thinking of the different possible states and the layers of the liquid, and probably something else that may elude him.
The two most powerful beings in the Multiverse were simply content to sip tea and remained silent.
How long did this silence last? Who can say? Time is meaningless here as it does not exist so there was no point for the lesser mind to comprehend such things.
Eventually, the Witch begins to speak as she laid down her tea cup. "It has been quite a while, my Lord Doctor."
The Doctor simply smiled as he also laid down his tea cup. "Quite...Over four hundred years to give a possible approximation...but then...that's just a whiffs worth of time for the both of us...isn't it?"
"That is true," Bernkastel agreed with a calm demeanor. "And speaking of time...it reminded me of your last adventure before I dragged you to this place. You ended up crashing into your fifth hour's TARDIS in another accident. One would have thought that you have yet to learn by now."
"Ah, so you saw that," the Doctor made a slightly embarrassed expression. "In my personal defense, I simply forgot to put on the shields sometimes."
"You do not forget, my Lord Doctor," Bernkastel clarified. "You never do that. You instead created or allowed a situation where it may seem apparent that you have forgotten in order to weigh out the probabilities of the digital states."
"Well...I simply chalked it up to just being in the right and wrong place at the same time," the Doctor smiled slightly.
"Simple and yet hardly touching the higher layers of the conversation," Bernkastel simply said.
"So...why exactly have you summoned here, my Lady? You can't have been bored again to the point where you would need to drag me here again, are you?" the Doctor asked with an honest tone of voice. He was also rather curious because Bernkastel never summons him randomly unless it were either of the following. Casual talking, debating of different topics, and important notes.
"Indeed, my Lord Doctor," Bernkastel made a serious expression. "There is a simple topic that I need to discuss with you."
"And that is?" the Doctor asked.
"The Imagine Breaker," Bernkastel stated bluntly.
Ah, there's the kicker, we're talking about Touma now, aren't we, he thought grimly while still showing a smile.
He remembered the young man of about twelve years old last he saw him. Actually, it had been a while since the Doctor last saw him because he had currently been having adventures of his own. The young man that he had saved once upon a time and practically changed his entire destiny just by intervening at the very precise moment. He got through a lot of trouble because of that.
"What about Touma?" the Doctor asked.
"Do you remember that Test that Auaurora gave him long ago?" Bernkastel asked.
The Doctor twitched a bit. He begins to take his tea cup and zip it as much as he could before it became empty and needed to refuel it with the tea pot that was right beside him.
Of course, he remembered the Test. Why wouldn't he?
He can still remember the sad leaking tears that came from Touma's eyes which were the result of hearing the wonderful sound of his TARDIS coming once more, the ancient grinding noise that he never thought would hear ever again. He can tell that the dam was about to burst as he laid all of his feelings bare. The boy had suffered for far too long and he had to do everything by himself. The longest of years was finally catching up to him and he simply let it out and cried in the presence of his friends from the simple village, including Rika Furude, the young woman that Touma Kamijou considered to be the most important woman of his life.
The Doctor remembered that day. And he too simply cried. Even now, there were tears that were leaking slightly as he put his fingers to gently rub them away and breathe deeply.
"Of course I do," he said with a tone that showed a deep cistern of sadness. "I remember just how much Touma had to go through on that Test that Aurora put him through...And I remember voicing my disapproval of it."
"Of course you did. Most of everyone else that we know did too," Bernkastel said simply with not a simple change of expression. Rather cruel of her don't you think, he thought.
"He didn't deserve to be put in that spot. He should have been allowed to remain free of that particular kind of suffering," the Doctor added, sorrow laced into his voice.
"It had to be done. You know that. He needed to be prepared for what is about to come," Bernkastel stated.
"But he was a child," the Doctor made a displeased expression. "A mere child no older than eleven at that time. He wasn't ready to face that kind of Hell yet because it didn't happen to him when he was still eleven."
"Ah, I see. You are referring to the Magic God's Infinite Hells. But do know, Lord Doctor, that the event in question is no longer guaranteed to happen either way based on three factors. One, that Magic God had long since decided to retire quietly into her flower shop and made herself anonymous to her world. She wouldn't make the same mistakes as she did in her previous life. Two, other outside factors have already started making their move and have their sights set on the Magic God's world. Three, some events had already been changed based on your given interactions with specific individuals of that Magic God's world which had all finally culminated in your eventual intervention by redirecting the Imagine Breaker from his fate and making an entirely new path. Naturally, an important event like this that allows him to grow in stature needed to be replaced by another and more improved device from my master's own making," Bernkastel explained.
"By sending him to Hell, an illogical Hell wherein he begins to act the role of a Round Robin in stories that he was never supposed to be in. And it all started in that one simple village where he would eventually meet a girl who was his age. And he would meet the others who are with the girl. And..."
The Doctor hesitated for a bit.
"Aurora allowed things to happen, actions that never have happened before had happened, players were let in that were never there, Touma running from world to world only to meet an impending death, doesn't matter where or when it comes, it will always be that. And his destiny is tied to Furude Rika..."
"And you took advantage of that one, didn't you," the Doctor quietly stated, sad and displeased.
"It was a golden opportunity. You know that no one, neither you nor me, can ever interfere directly and change the fate of the child known as Furude Rika. Her suffering, in an imperfect sense, gave birth to me after all," Bernkastel stated.
"But you are her though," the Doctor's eyes saddened a bit.
Bernkastel remained silent and only looked at the Doctor with a strange subtle expression. "I could say the same of your Other self, my Lord Doctor, and yet one can truly spot the differences there."
"...Fair point, but my point still stands on solid ground," the Doctor made a hesitant expression before he counterargued.
"One contradictory origin out of many. She is me and she is not me. One can freely believe which is which and are free to discuss about what or who I truly am whose past is a fixed unfathomable mystery filled with the infinitude of choice, both real and contradictory," Bernkastel simply explained a part of her state of nature in the simplest of terms.
"Ah, true and true," the Doctor sipped his tea. "But then...you can't exactly escape from that part of you, the woman who never got rewarded in the end, and your master has some part of it to blame."
"Don't you think I know that?" Bernkastel added with a calm tone. "Why do you think I was in favor of the Test in the first place? As I said, it was a golden opportunity in order finally set the cat free from her cage. A story like any other story is pointless when it is repeated and fails to move on as it should naturally. The same goes for the life of my other self whose game is over and needed to be finished for good. And I have merely been waiting for that day for a very long time before the Imagine Breaker finally granted my wish. And a reward from the Witch of Miracles is as due."
"By approving the relationship between Touma and Rika, you mean," the Doctor said with a simple smile. "And yet...it's one that you can never really have. You're her but different now."
"A small price to pay worth the reality that I finally had the last laugh against Auaurora," Bernkastel said, sipping her tea. "That boy had proven his worth by passing that Test and he passed it well with flying colors. Every story besides the logic error had fulfilled its purposes and made him grow beyond his own personal boundaries."
"He saved so many lives..." the Doctor smiled proudly for a bit before turning sad. "But he didn't have to suffer such a fate."
"The Test was cruel but necessary. He needed the experience and it would help him in the coming darkness that is to come. Not now, not later, but soon enough," Bernkastel simply stated.
"("I know...")" the Doctor thought. He knew more than anything about the coming darkness. It referred to a very old enemy that he had managed to LOCK by the Final Days of the War. It was an ancient Enemy that had numerous names and faces whose origins and mythology are well known throughout history, known through any religion that one can think of that spoke of a satan or devil figure.
No...this particular Satan was different.
He was not like all of the evil deities and demons and whatnot that the Doctor had encountered over the years. This one was much more sinister, from the time before time, when the Multiverse was young. That was the time before many of the countless Higher Temporal Superpowers such as the Time Lords, the Osirans, the Xeelee, the Downstreamers, and many others came to be. He was undoubtedly his greatest of enemies. Besides the Daleks and the Master of course...
"The Imagine Breaker is a very powerful and potent ability worthy for the young man to carry and make use of. With it, he can negate anything to his liking. It does not matter what type of power whether whose origins are magic or science or whatever label you can think of. His ability answers only to itself, making the laws bend to whatever deems it normal or ordinary. That in fact is one of the many advantages that the boy had at his disposal. And thus comes the Test which tested the scenario wherein his ability wouldn't amount to much of anything because there is truly nothing to negate. Now, he has to deal with problems where his opponents are just as normal and with no power as he is, but more subtle in their form of attack. The young man only has his will and his intellect to consider as the probable tools for the endeavor for he was stripped from everything else, including calling for any form of help."
And Bernkastel clarified.
"The Test may be cruel but the Devil Himself would not show any mercy. His machinations were quite clear on that during the Time War. He used everything and played most of everyone like a fiddle. You were that one little nuisance that he needed to get rid off because you had managed to foil his plans with the hardest of your efforts. And those efforts had indeed paid off when you managed to seal him away," Bernkastel noted with a tone of approval.
"Maybe so, but those seals that I put won't hold Him forever. And even then, He is still free to manipulate things to his favor. One of the only few powerful beings who is capable of keeping a proper stalemate or an extremely tighter leash on Him would have to be Lady Michael," the Doctor said.
"But even she cannot intervene in your impending fate," Bernkastel said with a tone of caution. "Of course, she can intervene but she will not, not because she lacks power, far from it from her given stature, but something else that even eludes myself."
"Everyone has their time...Everything ends...Including me..." the Doctor said with a grim mysterious smile.
"Is that why you decided not to ask for her help?" Bernkastel said with her eyes narrowed.
"Nor would I ask for anyone else, including you. I know that my life is nearing its end. I can feel it. Not now, not tomorrow, but soon enough. Soon I will run out of all of my regenerations and then...the end would come," the Doctor said.
"And I take it that you have prepared for all of that," Bernkastel said.
"I did...ever since immediately after the War," the Doctor said with a sad smile.
"So that would explain one of the reasons as to why you secretly entrusted my other self to the Imagine Breaker," Bernkastel said.
"I can't always be around forever. Even if by some miracle, I have a brand new set of regenerations, I can't be sure of who or what I could become," the Doctor said.
"The Multiverse can be a far darker place without you," Bernkastel said with a solemn tone.
"Ah, the Multiverse would be fine without me running around. There are plenty of other people more than willing to finish what I've already done," the Doctor made a cheeky smile.
"You want to die, don't you?" Bernkastel asked bluntly.
"..." the Doctor remained silent because of the blunt tone. His smile was gone and it turned blank.
"No...that's not right," Bernkastel narrowed her eyes. "You want to die and yet you do not. You are afraid of only one single thing and that is the overturning of the boundaries of a self-imposed death. You didn't need any form of help. If you tried, you would have gotten new regenerations by now."
"He who fights monsters may himself become the monster," the Doctor said bluntly. "I have been living for far too long, Bernkastel. In fact...I am the only living Time Lord left. All of my people are gone. I lost Susan. I lost Romana. I lost Braxiatel. I lost everyone that I knew. Even the Master is dead. Even in other universes, there are no other Time Lords left in existence which is why multiverse travel in my cosmos is far too difficult to maintain."
"And yet even that didn't stop you as you managed to slowly get around that problem. And the fact that you are the only Lord of Time can be contested as Lady Iris Wildthyme is still active," Bernkastel pointed out the logical flaw of his argument.
"I'll give you Iris, but even her aside, the point still stands being that I am the only properly active Time Lord from the High Council left that still monitors the given problems," the Doctor said.
"And of Lord Corsair, rumor has it that he survived the War as well," Bernkastel pointed out one other old friend of his.
"I haven't seen Corsair in years. I've been trying to find him ever since after the War...but I never really did get my hopes up," the Doctor muttered softly. "Everywhere I go...all I see is the same. Nobody important enough really remembers the Time Lords anymore. And even if they do, they are only chalked up to mere myths and the stuff of legends without any given basis in reality. Without my People there in my native cosmos to keep everything in order, chaos reigns and I have to be given more to work with. Patching a hole in the fabric of space, stopping the younger ones from misusing our technology and trying to become the new Lords of Time, the Reapers becoming a lot more difficult to contain, a bunch of idiotic know-at-alls trying to make more paradoxes, and a whole host of problems that the War had left behind."
"Yet here you are now, solving every single one of them," Bernkastel pointed out.
"Not all of them...The Time War spread out too much...There may be other things that I've missed...Even in other universes...That's just the story of my life really...It never ends well for me...One day is like a battlefield for me. You win some, you lose some, and I grew sick of it. How much longer do I need to keep running? Haven't I done enough? Haven't I deserved a well good night's rest for once?" the Doctor softly made a complaint.
"That...is an answer that only you have the answers to. Not even I would dare answer it as I would rather not think of the day when you were to disappear entirely," Bernkastel made a hesitant expression.
"I never really peg you for caring, my Lady," the Doctor sadly smiled.
"I don't," Bernkastel clarified. "I'm far more concerned about what that choice of death would entail and the aftermath that would follow. If you are not here, then it would become a major victory for the Devil. And I have no doubt that He would plan for your demise in a way that you may not be able to wiggle yourself out from."
"Let him try..." the Doctor narrowed his eyes, speaking quietly but clearly. "I've fought Him so many times. If He wants another round against me, then fine. But I'll let myself die on my own terms, thank you very much."
"We're speaking here about your potential demise and yet you have the time to insert a bit of humor into it?" Bernkastel pointed out the absurdity of such action.
"Better to laugh with a good cheer than to have none at all," the Doctor said with a sad smile as he sipped his tea.
"A stubborn will for stubborn hearts," Bernkastel sipped her own tea.
Again...there was another form of silence. How long? Irrelevant.
"Now then..." the Doctor started to speak again, putting the tea down on the table. "I suppose that this discussion is over for the time being?"
"It is," Bernkastel nodded, standing up from her seat, and started walking westwards. "And now I must attend to other matters elsewhere."
"Let me guess, Lady Lambdadelta?" the Doctor made a raised eyebrow.
"That is merely one of the things that I would attend to, yes," Bernkastel nodded, stopping a few meters away.
"Tell her my regards then," the Doctor asked with a causal subtle tone.
"Oh, I'll be sure to do so," Bernkastel smiled subtly. "And also, give my regards to my understander when you see him."
And so...
She blinked away, materializing from this no-time dimension, leaving the Doctor all by himself.
The Doctor sighed as he shakes his head.
"Always on the move for me..."
With nothing else left to do, he simply made his way to the TARDIS. He opened the doors to let himself in and closed the doors right behind him. And he simply walked slowly towards the main console as he thought of every single companion that he ever had made throughout the years. Starting from his own granddaughter Susan Foreman, Ian Chesterton, and Barbara Wright, up to Gaby Gonzales and Cindy Wu. And then he remembered everyone else.
His time is running out. He can feel it. He can already feel his song ending before being replaced by another one which would signal his end.
But why? Why all of this pointless drama about death? He's a Time Lord and he has the power to actually prevent his own death by various means so why should this even worry him?
And the last question was the answer.
The threat of the Valeyard was still there, lurking from within him, taking different names and forms. He has his own dark side to worry about and when he sleeps sometimes, he could not help but watch in horror as he sees how every bad decision plays out for him.
He can never truly forget the very first time he met the Valeyard during his sixth incarnation. The fact that he can actually turn into that made him question himself and what he truly stood for. It is a very haunting question that echoed throughout the millenniums and made him wonder about one thing.
How long would he be the Doctor before he becomes something else?
And if there may come a time when he would become the greatest threat to his universe...or even to the Multiverse...then it would be far better for him to remain dead.
He recalled what Harriet Jones had to say when it comes to his role and he agreed to it wholeheartedly, despite the latter undermining her own given point. He does believe that no one should always depend upon him. He can't always be here to save the day. There would have to come a time when the Doctor is no longer here and certain people would need to step up.
One of the many things that he held on to was absolute faith in simple people. It was the ones that barely get noticed who have accomplished so much.
The way he saw it, anyone can be like the Doctor in his best traits without carrying his worst aspects. His name was a promise and anyone can take this promise as their own. Be a doctor to others. Be a doctor to yourself.
Easier said than done for yours truly but it wouldn't really be that difficult for anyone else. Just do the best you can in any given situation no matter how darker the world around you can get. Because there is always hope. There is always a choice. His old friend, Professor Bruttenholm, taught him that much.
And applying the right of free choice regarding his death...
Well...
He still needed to think deeply about that.
But why must you need to die, ask the TARDIS.
"There you go again...interrupting my own inner monologue," the Doctor smiled sadly, placing his right hand on the console and gently touching it. "Not to worry about that, old girl. I'm still one man left before the end...so..."
He didn't finish his sentence and just stopped saying anything else. He only turns the lever up as the circuits became active again.
It was time for the Lord of Time to make his leave.
Vworp Vworp Vworp
Insert Song: End
ED Song:
Higurashi Gou End 2 ~ Irregular Entropy by Ayane - English Subs
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant
12 Core Characters:
Frederica Bernkastel - VA: Yukari Tamura
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Main Love Interests:
Rika Furude - VA: Yukari Tamura
