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The Doctor and the Sisterhood
He eyed the vial the Priestess handed him warily. While he knew they were correct and this War needed a soldier, he refused to believe they were talking about him. Besides, he didn't feel like he was close to dying. The Fires of Regeneration that he was used to hadn't started.
With that small revelation, he made his choice. A flick of his wrist and the vial smashed against the wall. The Sisters glared at him, venom in their eyes. His own blue-stormed gaze met each and every set.
"I have always been and always will be the Doctor. We have enough soldiers in this War. It's time I go and do what I do best." The High Priestess sniffed, before retorting.
"And what will that be, hmm? Running away?"
"No, Sister. I'm going to Heal. And if everything goes well, I may be able to win this War."
"This War is impossible to win!"
"I'm the Doctor. I don't believe in impossible, just highly improbable." With a nod to the Priestess and her fellow Sisters, he exited their temple, back to the ruined remains of the ship. His TARDIS was beaten, but she had enough power to hop to Gallifrey to heal. While there, maybe Romana would be able to give him something to investigate. He hated taking orders, but at least from her it felt less of an obligation and more of a favor. Besides, he did enjoy a good puzzle.