[ It had been getting steadily worse. The Doctor always carried around a measure of guilt and he had so many things to be guilty for; or better put, so many things he blamed himself for. It had been his fault the Cybermen had been created on Mondas, it had been his fault that Adric had died, it had been his fault and failure that he couldn't look after Tegan. He carried these burdens and many more day to day, and at first the wind chimes he kept hearing were just another reminder. But it had been getting worse.
Accusing faces, laughter, his own reflection in the mirrors that sneered and told him he would forever fail and bring misery to those he most cared about. He saw fleeting images from the corners of his eyes and images of Tegan, snakes, his friends here, tinged in red and seen through bloody tears. ]
I already said it. I admitted it, time and again. It was my fault. I'm sorry. What more do you want?
[ Blood? But it was getting that. It didn't seem to be enough for whenever he caught sight of his reflection in the countless mirrors, it was himself but with the Mara's evil gleam in the eyes. It whispered at how the Doctor was the worst monster there was, bringing death and misery into his friends lives and that he should pay.
I am the Doctor. I am not afraid.
He used it like a mantra yet he was. Afraid and sorry and well aware of his short-comings and what he had done, what he had brought with him here and unleashed, the upset that even he, the master of time, could not take back or undo. ]
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Accusing faces, laughter, his own reflection in the mirrors that sneered and told him he would forever fail and bring misery to those he most cared about. He saw fleeting images from the corners of his eyes and images of Tegan, snakes, his friends here, tinged in red and seen through bloody tears. ]
I already said it. I admitted it, time and again. It was my fault. I'm sorry. What more do you want?
[ Blood? But it was getting that. It didn't seem to be enough for whenever he caught sight of his reflection in the countless mirrors, it was himself but with the Mara's evil gleam in the eyes. It whispered at how the Doctor was the worst monster there was, bringing death and misery into his friends lives and that he should pay.
I am the Doctor. I am not afraid.
He used it like a mantra yet he was. Afraid and sorry and well aware of his short-comings and what he had done, what he had brought with him here and unleashed, the upset that even he, the master of time, could not take back or undo. ]