Sta.sh
Well.
That was sudden.
Where to start?
It's hard to start, but easy to finish, I suppose.
I wonder how I'm going to fare.
Stuck for all eternity with myself.
It's hard- I'm nine hundred and seven.
I have a lot to go on.
Things about my life I'd rather change.
Or to not have happened at all.
All of those people.
All of those places.
All of the things I've done.
It's hard to live with all that.
Not that all of it was bad, in fact, most of it was good.
But it all came down to this.
The perfect prison, I had called it- it won't even let you die.
This wasn't how I'd imagined my eternity.
And now I see it from the other side, too.
I remember all sorts of things, now.
I fought the devil once.
My Dream Lord demon, too.
Now I realise- I've been fighting them all along.
And occasionally, I joined them.
But I'm better than them, surely?
I've saved so many people.
And sent so many to their deaths.
The most feared being in the entire universe.
One day I would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.
I tricked myself into thinking in one direction.
I thought there was just black and white.
The good and the bad.
I could be bad, but I was mostly good.
But now I realise.
There's a lot of grey out there.
It's a window.
It all depends from which side you look through it.
And now I had seen through both.
I'm a monster.
But I have a good heart.
I just couldn't see from the other side.
But- what now?
I'm stuck.
And my ship- my TARDIS- is burning somewhere out there, with the universe I can no longer see.
River with it.
What to do?
Can I save myself from myself?
I suppose I can.
And here I come.
It's opening...
"How did you do that?"
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Love how you did his P.O.V.