Date: 2014-12-31 06:39 pm (UTC)
finally_ginger: (You didn't have to hurt me.)
The Doctor took in a shaky breath, and let her eyes meet his. It hurt to know that the way he is, the "impossible thing" she named him so long ago, is entirely because of her. It's her fault. Even when he gets tired of the fight, he'll never be able to really die, to leave this world in peace. Even if her suspicions turn out right, and he is The Face Of Boe, it won't be for million years, give or take.

"Do you know how many times I've actually watched you die, Jack?" She asked him softly, quietly. "Hundreds. Maybe more. And I know you've died even more than that when I haven't been around to see. You've any idea what that does to me? It's like a knife, twisting in my hearts. And it's my fault you're this way. You die not just in my name, but, practically, by my hand, too."

She goes against her gut instinct, and reaches up, gently touching his cheek. "Do you understand now, Jack? Do you understand why I leave? I'm not trying to be selfish. I leave for your sake.... For the sake of all of you. I also leave so I don't see you suffer because of me. And.... Because.. I know that... Some of you can have a normal life after me. I mean... Look at Sarah Jane. She has a child. Martha and Mickey... They got married. You... You're probably the only exception. I really made a mess ofyour life, didn't I?" She gave a watery laugh. "I'm sorry, Jack."
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