theatrical_muse #188: Write two letters
((OOC: The letters may only be read to whom they are addressed. That is--Ten and Eleven, and the Master--but of course, Nine doesn't expect anything to come of that one.))
Doctor,
I've got no idea which of my future selves this'll be read by--I was aiming for the prettyboy, but nevermind that, someone's reading it, and it's not me. I don't want to, and I don't deserve to. It doesn't really matter anyway. I think I was only aiming his way because he's right now the only me-from-the-future I'm aware of. Anyway.
There's an apology that needs to be made.
Now, as you're well aware, I suck at apologies. We always have, I don't think that's going to change. Well, it might. But even if it does, we'll never apologize for the right things to the right people at the right times unless we absolutely need to or are forced to... But it needs to be said, by one of us, to the rest of us. Might as well be me, yeah?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I killed them.
I'm sorry there's no home to go back to.
I'm sorry I/we am/are alone.
I'm sorry it had to be this way, and I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything else after having tried everything else.
I'm sorry cheap parlour tricks and quick words couldn't save anyone this time.
Sorry I was a bit slow. Or a bit too fast. Sorry I don't have the answers to why. Sorry I let them on; sorry they left; sorry I'm here; sorry I'm too cowardly to even ask the questions, much less seek the answers; sorry I can't say sorry for every single life; sorry I fought; sorry sorry sorry.
And now that I've apologized to myself, I wonder if I can forgive myself.
-The Doctor
Koschei,
Whatever happened to the old times, mate?
-Theta Sigma
Doctor,
I've got no idea which of my future selves this'll be read by--I was aiming for the prettyboy, but nevermind that, someone's reading it, and it's not me. I don't want to, and I don't deserve to. It doesn't really matter anyway. I think I was only aiming his way because he's right now the only me-from-the-future I'm aware of. Anyway.
There's an apology that needs to be made.
Now, as you're well aware, I suck at apologies. We always have, I don't think that's going to change. Well, it might. But even if it does, we'll never apologize for the right things to the right people at the right times unless we absolutely need to or are forced to... But it needs to be said, by one of us, to the rest of us. Might as well be me, yeah?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I killed them.
I'm sorry there's no home to go back to.
I'm sorry I/we am/are alone.
I'm sorry it had to be this way, and I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything else after having tried everything else.
I'm sorry cheap parlour tricks and quick words couldn't save anyone this time.
Sorry I was a bit slow. Or a bit too fast. Sorry I don't have the answers to why. Sorry I let them on; sorry they left; sorry I'm here; sorry I'm too cowardly to even ask the questions, much less seek the answers; sorry I can't say sorry for every single life; sorry I fought; sorry sorry sorry.
And now that I've apologized to myself, I wonder if I can forgive myself.
-The Doctor
Koschei,
Whatever happened to the old times, mate?
-Theta Sigma