I close my eyes

-and open them anew. Thoughts before and after regeneration.


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1:

This is new, this is new and he is terrified.

(It occurs to him humility is a sensible word. Perhaps he is not so entitled, perhaps- perhaps he should play some music.)

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2:

Zoe? Jamie? Where are they? What are they going to do to them? What are they going to do to him? What- how dare they force this change.

(And he really, really, would like to tear some red tape.)

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3:

He is casting off his final shackles.

(His nose is better, the world is wider, and more far and he's finally free!)

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4:

He's falling. Friends? Enemies? They are laughing, he's falling, laughing- and the ground is hard remember?

(He should have kept them safe. He needs to keep them all safe.)

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5:

Not fair. Not fair. It's not-

(The universe owes him now. Big time.)

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6:

Everything is spinning out of c/o/n|t\r/o\l

(He's got to stop making mistakes. Screw Poker, he's playing chess.)

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7:

It's as sudden as goodnight and flick, goes the light.

(Wake up, and the stars are so bright)

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8:

Knee itching, stomach groaning, worlds burning, NO!

(Time doesn't heal all wounds.)

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9:

Stupid ape- this feels like a revelation, and he's so sick of being a god.

(He feels old, but- no time for thoughts, regrets. The world's ending. Up to him to save it then, right?)

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10:

Can't leave, not yet, not yet, too much to do, say, solve-

(Can't I be a kid again? A kid without a home?)

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11:

One day he'll be different. One day he'll be dead. But for now-

"Come on, Ponds!"

And here we go again.