once, you called me the doctor and you came to depend on me for help and guidance. once, i was strong and clever and the most feared man in all of existance. the worst of the universe would hear my name and tremble. i loved, and i was loved. the doctor died. i have been unworthy of that title for a very long time.
if you must call me anything, call me thirteen. i am but a shade of the man you told stories about and i don’t save anyone anymore. i’ve travelled through all of time and space, seen wonderous things, fought with gods and monsters, and still i am most afraid of myself.
i died with them, whatever parts of me were still good, and this is what is left of me: the man with no hearts. i'm sorry. i am not the doctor, i cannot save you.