"Ah yes, of course." He looks down at his hands as they begin to glow and tingle. Regeneration. He's not afraid, he's ready, and he's glad the moment has arrived. After the years in this body, the pain he's faced he doesn't want to be that man anymore. Tired of being the War Doctor, even now in the last moments he struggles with the idea of using the term Doctor. The men he was prior were strong and courageous and brought upon peace and comfort. He did not. Despite everything he had no regrets having done what was needed over the years to protect the universe. He had too.

Now it's over. Now there is a peace and stillness in his hearts. His job is over he has no more more reason to fight. He likes to think he smiled the largest ever as he feels the regeneration flood him entirely. It doesn't hurt him this time. When it's over he runs his fingers over his face that smile still there, the memory of his pasts still there and always will be but he's ready to push that man away. Ready to become the Doctor and just the Doctor once more.