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I've done things, terrible, horrible things.

But much more importantly, you've done amazing, wonderful things.

Sometimes I wish that was all people remembered me for.

Not giving yourself enough credit, Doctor.

Oh I'm not am I?

The good outweighs everything else. Trust me on this, yeah?

[He smiles at her a little the darkness of what he's done....the promises he'd been forced to break still so fresh in his mind.]

You have so much faith in me Rose...it's been fantastic.

And I always will have faith in you!

I hope it doesn't end badly for you......I tend to lose people quicker than I would like.

A bit ominous now, aren't we?

Can't help myself...been having strange dreams lately.

About what?

Myself......see there is this thing I can do if I get hurt and my face changes.....been dreaming about the other mes.

...alright, you're speaking Doctor again... your face changes?

Oi...I make sense if you listen.

Yes....I'm still me I'm just wearing a different coat.

That's mad. How about... you don't get hurt, alright?

Can't help that...sometimes I'm the only one who can help. Done this nine times already.

Nine?!

[He nods]

Nine times...first time was back in the 1960's. I'd let my body wear out.

But.. if you did... I'd miss you. You you, I mean. This you.

But there would be a new me too....might be ginger always wanted that.

But I like you the way you are!

[He smiles a rare thing for him.]

Dunno you might have liked five.....oh he was fantastic....all blonde hair and running about...loved cricket back then too.