3 years. i’ve been waiting to leave this hellhole for 3 years, but that all changed 9 months ago, when i first met you. for years i dreamt about my release from this cage, i dreamt about the excitement of starting a new life where i stop being me, and start being someone who is enjoyable and happy and free. but all that stopped when i met you.
5 weeks. I’m leaving this heaven in 5 weeks. this heaven that we built out of laughs and kisses and unconditional love. it only took you 9 months to turn this hell into heaven. i fell in love with the way you turned my world upside down, in the best way possible. but now my wish has come true, I’m leaving, and i’ve never felt more upset
4th Doctor: Its the end, but the moment has been prepared for
5th doctor: Feels different this time
6th Doctor: Carrot juice!
7th Doctor: I am not human screams in agony
8th Doctor: Physician, heal thyself
War Doctor: Yes… Of course, I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time
Shalka Doctor: Looks like the Masters ready to go
9th doctor: Rose… before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I!
10th Doctor: I don’t wanna go.
11th Doctor: I will not forget one line of this life, not one day, i swear. I will always remember, when the doctor was me.
What broke my heart about this scene wasn’t the fact that he was saying the same thing that David Tennant said when he left Doctor Who. In fact, that only occurred to me upon my second viewing.
No, what broke my heart was the fact that this was a frail old man. Sometimes grumpy, sometimes just downright mean, but Doctor Who brought him genuine heart and pleasure.
Children loved him. His granddaughter was proud of him, and his wife knew how much this meant to him. But he was growing old, and he was no longer fit to play such a role.
He was suffering from dementia, and he knew it. And while the realization that you are slowly losing your mind is enough to drive anyone to tears, you have to add to that the fact that his age, his illness, was robbing him of the one thing that had been bringing sunshine into his otherwise gloomy life. He was being forced to let go of the thing that he loved above most other things. I can’t think of anything more painful than that.
It doesn’t matter if your favorite Doctor was 9 or 11. All of the regenerations have broken your heart, yes? Admit it, 10’s was the worst of them all. Nine and Eleven had a companion present, and they gave a loving, heartbreaking speech. Ten didn’t have anyone at all. He was alone in the TARDIS when his time came. Yes, he visited them all before he regenerated, but nobody was there when it happened. I don’t think anyone was aware that he was even regenerating. Ten loved all his companions so much, yet he was unable to say much to them. Donna could have been present, if it weren’t for her erased memory. Rose was in an entirely different universe, and she didn’t know the Doctor at the time he visited her. He gave Martha and Mickey and Sarah Jane’s son (I don’t quite remember his name) a quick save before leaving. But at his regeneration, he didn’t have anybody with him. While Nine could give Rose a “fantastic” speech and Eleven could explain to Clara how he must change and see Amy’s face again, Ten was alone, and all he could say was that he didn’t want to go. If this doesn’t affect you so much, I don’t know what does.
I was with my 2 year old cousin at the beach and she kept following me saying whatever I was doing, like “Eating Chip!” or “Swimming Time!” which was really cute but then she was quiet for a while and my grandma said, “Lily, what’s Kate doing now?” and she looked up and really quietly said “Dying” and I’ve never been more shook in my life