Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. The lyrics at the beginning belong to Muse.
Notes: The lyrics at the beginning are from Exo-Politics by Muse. The quotation at the end is by Thomas Kempis.
Carried through the centuries,
Secrets locked up,
And loaded on my back,
Well it weights me down.
He was tired.
Today had meant another fight for what was good and what was right.
He was tired.
Yet again he had had to take the lead, to show the way, to make the stand and the rest had simply followed.
He was tired.
Why was it always he that had to take the initiative? When did this become his responsibility? He didn't live here. This wasn't his home. He didn't even have a home. When did he get appointed inter-galactic caretaker?
He was tired.
So many deaths and so many lives. So much destruction and all because of him. What gave him the right? Who made him judge, jury and executioner? What made it alright?
He looked down at the sleeping form in front of him. She never looked so innocent as when she lay curled up, eyes closed in slumber.
This was why he did it. All of it. He could take the burden if it meant the innocent could sleep soundly.
He was tired.
Perhaps, just this once, he should join them.
Love feels no burden,
Thinks nothing of trouble,
Attempts what is above its strength,
Pleads no excuse of impossibility;
For it thinks all things lawful for itself,
And all things possible.