He is a thief.
His blue box is evidence of that, but he knows that that barely scratches the surface. No, he has stolen the hearts and minds of generations of humans. He has whisked them away across the stars, away to see the wonders of the universe. He has stolen their time from them, their human naivety, their memories, their hearts. Sometimes they have stolen his too.
He is a thief, but he doesn’t care. Until now, he has never stolen anything that didn’t want to be taken anyway.
what was mine is now in your possession – doctor who [twelve x clara]
say you love me 