Look at you, with your eyes and your never giving up and your anger and your kindness.
All I wanted out of this finale was for it to be worthy of him. That’s all I wanted. Truth be told, I didn’t care what happened or how, so long as it illustrated my Doctor in the way I have always seen him. In the way Clara and River, and Bill saw him. The way he deserves to be seen.
Tonight, in his last proper episode before Christmas, I was able to watch my Doctor try so hard. I got to watch him give all the fight he had left in him, his fury and his determination. And I watched him be kind. Just kind. To strangers. To children, to Bill, to Nardole, to the Master and Missy. Love and selflessness saved the day.
The show is over, and I still can’t stop crying. Steven Moffat, thank you from the bottom of my soul for what you have done for my Doctor. He was every inch the Doctor this silly old Time Lord is always trying to be.