"I don't know," the Doctor said, shocked at the energy moving from one cell to the next. "Poison, maybe? Something fast-acting?" He made a face. "That's a bit undramatic, isn't it?"
Did he want to do something? This life, this regeneration, it went so totally wrong, didn't it? It started out so promising, and now he was old, angry, and crippled by the weight of his failures. A fresh start, that was what he wanted, wasn't it? It was why he resented Jack's appearance, taking away his death in that room.
But...what if things were different? What if he regenerated into someone worse? It was hard with regeneration. He could never tell what he was going to get. But it wasn't as if he had a choice. It was too late, now.
"I-I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm so sorry, Jack."
The energy moved through his cells, and he waited for the inevitable crash as he lost himself to someone else. Nothing. It was as if the energy were waiting for something.
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Did he want to do something? This life, this regeneration, it went so totally wrong, didn't it? It started out so promising, and now he was old, angry, and crippled by the weight of his failures. A fresh start, that was what he wanted, wasn't it? It was why he resented Jack's appearance, taking away his death in that room.
But...what if things were different? What if he regenerated into someone worse? It was hard with regeneration. He could never tell what he was going to get. But it wasn't as if he had a choice. It was too late, now.
"I-I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm so sorry, Jack."
The energy moved through his cells, and he waited for the inevitable crash as he lost himself to someone else. Nothing. It was as if the energy were waiting for something.