Things end. That’s all. Everything ends, and it’s always sad. But everything begins again too, and that’s always happy. Be happy. I’ll look after everything else.Thank you, Peter Capaldi, for being our 12th Doctor.
A Time Lord who started out not knowing if he was a good man or a bad man, only to realise he was neither, but rather an idiot with a box and a screwdriver who’s just passing through and helping out and learning, who knew that love is a promise. A Time Lord who chose to save a little boy who’d grow up to be his enemy, simply because there should always be mercy. Who spent 4.5 billion years punching a wall because he had a duty of care, and who was willing to break all of his own rules and risk all of time and space for fear of losing his best friend, and then realised that he went too far and payed the price for it himself. A Time Lord who tried very hard never to be cruel or cowardly. Who didn’t do what he did because he was trying to win or because it was easy, but because it was right and – above all – kind, just kind. Who did the things he did without hope, without witness, without reward. A Time Lord who wouldn’t die of anything else but kindness, because he wasn’t a doctor, he was the Doctor.
I hope there’ll be stars.