Who said anything about burying it? I've spent years, several different faces, trying to make up for what I've done.
[ All those lives he'd doomed, the planet he'd sent to its grave, his people — he puts all of that on his shoulders, and rightfully so. Kovacs won't see it, won't know how he'd done it, but that bit isn't important. The how doesn't matter so much as the why, and the what happens next?
Because, you see, what happens next is the Doctor being left alone, lost within the stars. An unsuitable punishment, really, for the genocide he'd caused, thinking (no, knowing) it would ultimately bring some sort of peace and sanity. The end of the Daleks to bring salvation to the rest of the universe; the greatest sacrifice he felt he was forced to make.
And of course, it'd all been in vain but he didn't know it at the time. Couldn't possibly know.
No excuses, though. It wasn't what he'd promised. What they had promised, every regeneration of himself since that old man, the War Doctor. ]
I don't have a perfect record, far from it in fact. The Doctor is the name I chose, but it hasn't always been the name I've been called. I've had other names over history — the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, the Warrior, Death Bringer — you get the point. Each one of those names is a reminder of what I did and what I have to do to try and right those wrongs. I was supposed to help people, not hurt them, not like this. Not ever.
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[ All those lives he'd doomed, the planet he'd sent to its grave, his people — he puts all of that on his shoulders, and rightfully so. Kovacs won't see it, won't know how he'd done it, but that bit isn't important. The how doesn't matter so much as the why, and the what happens next?
Because, you see, what happens next is the Doctor being left alone, lost within the stars. An unsuitable punishment, really, for the genocide he'd caused, thinking (no, knowing) it would ultimately bring some sort of peace and sanity. The end of the Daleks to bring salvation to the rest of the universe; the greatest sacrifice he felt he was forced to make.
And of course, it'd all been in vain but he didn't know it at the time. Couldn't possibly know.
No excuses, though. It wasn't what he'd promised. What they had promised, every regeneration of himself since that old man, the War Doctor. ]
I don't have a perfect record, far from it in fact. The Doctor is the name I chose, but it hasn't always been the name I've been called. I've had other names over history — the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, the Warrior, Death Bringer — you get the point. Each one of those names is a reminder of what I did and what I have to do to try and right those wrongs. I was supposed to help people, not hurt them, not like this. Not ever.