No, and you shouldn't. It wasn't me. In that moment, I was unrecognizable. I wasn't me.

[ It hadn't hit him until he'd learned that the people of the Gamma Forests equated his name with 'Great Warrior', something he never, never wanted 'the Doctor' to be. It wasn't supposed to be him.

He lets out a breath, his voice hardening with the memory. ]

But they hurt my friends. They took her, you know, they took the daughter of my friends and they tried to turn her into a weapon. All because of me, in fear of me. That's how the old story goes, anyway.

[ And while things have changed since then, the Doctor promising to save Amy and Rory's daughter, in the end he'd still inadvertently hurt them. He'd hurt Amy so badly. He'd taken her one chance at motherhood away, and he hadn't even known it until it was too late.

My friend, you have never risen higher, he remembers Vastra shouting in his direction. There was pride in her voice, but it pricked at something within him, the anticipation of his darkest hour. ]

The thing is — you see, the thing is, if that's true, it was my fault. I hurt them. I hurt her.