This is it. My time has come.
Yet whenever I change it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man will go sauntering away with Clara, and I’m dead.
I don’t want to go.
I try to be brave. To be brave because I am not a Doctor, but The Doctor. The man who’s name means ‘healer’ and ‘wise man’ throughout the universe. The man who is a legend throughout history, inevitably appearing when disaster strikes. The man who’s second heart betrays that he is not a man at all.
But although I am not human, my heart can feel emotion. Can feel the pain of knowing that either my companion leaves me, or I leave them. A myriad of names flash through my brain. People who the universe has cruelly ripped from me.
So many names. So many people. So many stories.
I know the pain of being left.
So I’m sorry, Clara. I’m so sorry.
But now it’s your turn.