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YU-NO (Anime) Opening 2 Sub Español『Konomi Suzuki - MOTHER』
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Doctor Who - OST - The Doctor Falls - Where There's Tears There's Hope
PART 1
It was quiet. Not a voice would be uttered. Not now. Not after what had just happened.
The Doctor walks a few steps and stands solemnly. A grimace is featured and grafted unto his face as he looks into something that he'd rather not want to acknowledge. His darker interior reflection is locked away from a glass window that separates him and the person standing from the other side.
What is the story behind this?
His last adventure was one that dealt with a fixed point in time. Granted, that wasn't supposed to be a major problem for him in the sense that keeping fixed points the same as it was while changing them in a way that would make the change not obvious and apparent. History could be tricked as it is an imperfect account. But this fixed point...it was rather special from his perspective.
Why?
Because this fixed point seemed to connect to him with him in ways that he could not have expected or accounted for. In fact, he never expected it just as the TARDIS would suddenly arrive on Mars, stepping out in his spacesuit that he got from Sanctuary Base 6, with the only desire being to relax and just enjoy the landscape of the moon. However, it appeared that fate had other plans the moment he met a team that had come from Earth.
Since then, he slowly realized where and when he had gotten himself into. It was a great mistake to be here.
It was November 21, 2059.
The event where the first human colony of Mars had mysteriously been destroyed and would trigger a set of events that would lead to one fine woman eventually ensuring humanity's place amongst the stars. It was an important event that he cannot just mess around with. But again, this was not the main issue. Fixed points were not the main issue. It was something else entirely.
And it is in relation to the darker reflection that is now trapped behind a glass screen.
The Doctor stares at this monster with disgust, the monster that looked so much like him. He can still hear the painful agonizing echoes of what would have been had he not thought things further.
"There are laws. There are laws of time. Once upon a time, there were people in charge of those laws. But they died. They all died. Who does that leave? Me. It's taken me all these years to realize. The laws of time are mine. And they will obey me."
"...No," the Doctor whispered from both within his mind and from that specific moment when destiny would lay that out to him. He refused. He absolutely refused this twisted future that he had just could catch a mere glimpse. With tears in his eyes, he did not do so. Instead, he decided on a much more simple way.
He saved Yuri Kerenski and Mia Bennett. But he did not save Adelaide Brooke. He left her to die just as history intended it. It was the most agonizing sacrifice that he would have to make. He didn't want this but he knew that he had to let her go. Because he knew that one way or another, Adelaide Brooke would die. Indirectly by his very own hand.
"...No," the Doctor declared. He will not let something like this stomp on the very meaning of his name. He cannot do that. He cannot become the Time Lord Victorious. The darker reflection that was trapped in this clear glass window Even now, the Time Lord Victorious was trying to beg him to let him out of the cage of his mind.
He would say no to that. He will not allow this monster to roam free. He cannot. He was and will always be the Doctor. He was not and never will be the Time Lord Victorious. No more. He will cut that timeline off and stuff it and bury it in the deepest recesses of his complex mind. He cannot get out. The Time Lord Victorious was his prisoner locked in his very own cage.
"Why won't you let me out?!" the Time Lord Victorious would say as he pounded on this admittedly stronger-than-normal flat surface of the glass. He was aggravated to the core from what the Doctor could tell. "We could have been something so much more?! So much more?! Why aren't you letting me out?! Why did you stop me from coming out?! We could have saved her?! We could have saved Adelaide?!"
"Because," the Doctor spoke softly but the rebuke was sharper than a two-edged sword. Divine solemn anger rushed into his face like never before. "Because of that...I would lose Adelaide...For good...Because I've seen the look on her face if I ever as much as try to unleash you, to become you, to follow the course of history where I just so happen to abandon my name and turn into you. All of the pointless death and destruction that followed in your wake, in my wake. You...will...not...leave!" He emphasized. "And I will never go too far, not after everything, not after what I've lost and what I would have lost if I were to turn into you."
And thus, the Doctor intends to leave this abomination, trapped in his mind forever. He turned back and with hands in his pockets, left. Not even a few steps back and the Victorious keeps calling him out.
"You can't keep me in here! I'll find a way out! I'll make you see! I'll make you see that we can better the universe-"
"Oh but the universe is so very small," the Doctor softly muttered as he glared back once again at the monster. "How small it really is. How fragile. The fact of the matter is that I could have so much as stopped every single problem that came my way. I could have made the entire universe submit. No more bad people committing bad things, the good guys winning all of the time, and all of the monsters wiped out and gone...forever. It would be so easy. But I can't. Because I knew that if I stepped into that line of thinking, I wouldn't just stop in one single universe, as vast as it is. I might be tempted to go back to the Dark Times and stopped death entirely. I could change every single bad day that I've ever had in the past. I could make sure that Rose Tyler would stay by my side forever. I could make Donna Noble into my own permanent companion. I might be tempted to make other universes into much more safer and grander places. I could do...anything. And that...terrifies me. Because it was never about winning, not for me."
The Doctor sheds a few tears as his anger blazed like a thousand suns and recalls every single companion that he ever took on, starting with his own granddaughter and the two teachers of Coal Hill School up to now.
"I'm not the Time Lord Victorious because it was never truly about winning. I do what I do...because it is the right thing to do. Because I. Am. The Doctor," he declared with a face that was full of sorrow. "And I will always be the fool travelling around in the blue box, telling stories. Because if I try...really hard, I'm not just some old Time Lord who ran away from everything that I knew. I. Am. The Doctor."
And as he declared this in front of his darker reflection, he walks away in spite of the Victorious calling him out numerous times. And as the Doctor walked, he remembered every single one of his companions down throughout the ages. Some were happy and content in life when they moved on from him and his travels. Others found their place in the world and carry on what he started. Whatever the case, the memory of his companions were all kept inside of his very own two hearts. They were his strength because he believed in the value of people. He would not let a monster like this ruin it.
Oh, he remembered the great Ian Chesterton who once stepped in and stopped him from committing a grave mistake that may, unfortunately, define him and his entire life and legacy. That would not be what the Doctor should be. No matter what face he wore, he will always be the Doctor, even to his dying of days.
And with tears that he shed which were laced with sorrow, blotting out the screaming voice of the darker Victorious, he pressed on and move forward with his life. He can delay his inevitable moment. Don't we all try to find a way to keep on living, he thought. But he will live life to the fullest extent.
PART 2
A knock on the front door. He will knock four times.
The Doctor interiorly smiled sadly as he slowly looks at Wilfred Mott who was trapped inside the nuclear booth.
It was time, he thought.
Everything that leads to this moment. He will knock four times, the prophesy said.
"They gone, then? Yeah, good-o. If you could let me out?" Wilfred would say, concerned.
The Doctor smiled. Tears were threatening to come down his cheeks in light of what is now about to come. The day to come had finally arrive. He took a step and made a slow approach to the booth. It was time, he thought.
"Yeah," the Doctor would say as he slowly stood up. What are you doing, the Time Lord Victorious would speak from the corner of his mind as if in disbelief. You're not actually serious, are you?
"Only, this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise," Wilfred made an unsure expression.
"The Master left the Nuclear Bolt running. It's gone into overload," the Doctor said.
"And that's bad, is it?" Wilfred asked.
"No, because all the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads, about to flood that thing."
"Oh. Well, you'd better let me out, then," Wilfred said.
"Except it's gone critical," the Doctor would say, seeing the slowly horrified Wilfred who was now realizing the predicament that they both find themselves in. "Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off." He said with a sad smile as he took out his trusty sonic screwdriver. This model had a creamy light grey handle with a "cracked-porcelain" texture matching elements on his TARDIS console and rings around the roundels on the control room walls, silver metal at both the bottom of the handle and the top, and was capped off with a black pommel. Its emitter was blue and sat atop a silver metal section attached to a transparent tube containing black and red wires twisted around each other in the centre that was hidden inside the handle until extended by the slider on the side.
Wilfred became a bit quiet. Eventually, he found a way to speak. "I'm sorry."
The Doctor simply shook his head. But there were many hidden meanings behind the shaking of his head as he thought of the possible outcomes that came with a decisive decision that he was about to make.
"Sure," he said.
"Look, just leave me," Wilfred said, reassuring the Doctor in spite of his slight fear of perishing. To Wilfred, the Doctor was more important than he ever was.
But the Doctor shakes his head. "No...not this time...or any other time."
He turn his head towards the booth opposite the one where Wilfred was trapped and walked towards it with a sad smile.
"No. no, please, please don't. No, don't! Please don't! Please!" Wilfred asked.
But the pleas were not heard. The Doctor wouldn't let it. Listen, listen, the Victorious thought vehemently. No one can know, this shouldn't be the way, we can be so much more, so much more. Why are you just going to throw that away?
But the Doctor never said a word. His true victory was assured and it wasn't by the hand of the Time Lord Victorious. It was the Doctor who said no and did what he did. He decides. All other things are vanity. Oh, so that's where the vanity issues came from, the Doctor thought with a hint of amusement as he steps into his impending doom.
Before stepping through the booth, the Doctor had one more thing to say as he flashed a smile on his face.
"Wilfred, it's my honor," he said. Wilfred would have little tears flowing down his eyes as he sees the man about to do what he was about to do. Ah, but those tears represent hope as well, the Doctor thought as he hearkened back into the dream. This was his incarnation before the last one, the last Doctor. He needed to come out since the era of the Tenth Doctor - the tenth hour was now almost at its end. "Better be quick. Three, two, one."
And so, he stepped forward and open the opposite booth while unlocking Wilfred's side. Wilfred rans out and red neon light floods through the Doctor's occupied booth. And it hurt a lot.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the Victorious screamed as he banged within the mind of the Doctor.
The Doctor had his say. Once again, he achieved victory by not letting victory take advantage of him. He smiled even in spite of all of the pain of about 500,000 rads bearing down on him. And the power would shut down after a few moments later.
Then...the Doctor gets up.
He can already feel it starting. The yellowish energy just daring to come out of him and burst like a phoenix sent on fire with new life. It was time. The time to move on and get his reward.
And then...
PART 3
And then...
"I don't want to go," he would softly mutter from further into the future, a time when he would eventually have to die somewhere and remember his inevitable end, before eventually blazing tall and raising his arms. And his face would change slowly but surely into the man he would eventually become. The final incarnation, the eleventh hour. Now the clock was striking and there was no turning back the clock.
And out came the raggedy man who screamed with a renewed sense of vigor.
Insert Song: End
ED Song:
Kono Yo no Hate de Koi wo Utau Shoujo YU NO Ending 2 Full
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant
The Eleventh Doctor - A: Matt Smith
Main Enemy Characters:
Time Lord Victorious - A: David Tennant
New Characters:
Wilfred Mott - A: Bernard Cribbins
