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Making BerthThe Doctor stood in the lamplight, outside a pub in vacant London. False snow clung to his hair, and his breath whirled visibly in the cold breeze. Christmas night… He’d had to come here, after all he’d lost. Had to see what he’d done, the 6 billion people he’d saved… To prove that it was worth it. Even if he’d never believe it himself.Making Berth by ~SheikahWarrior
6 billion and 3. His subconscious countered. He had to see them and feel them and bathe in their goodness, their magnificence. Had to convince himself to go on, for their sakes. For Martha. For Jack. For Rose. For all the others out here… Surviving. Living.
And for Ast
FearGranny Crane lived next to a graveyard.Fear by ~SheikahWarrior
In a small trailer park near the Gotham church. They lived there partially because the rent was cheap, as the funereal location was less than alluring, and partially because Granny Crane liked being so close to the church. Jonathan didn’t mind, even if she would drag him there daily to confess the sins she believed him to be festering in. No, Jonathan didn’t mind, because sometimes, at dusk, when Granny was gently snoring with her drinks and her stories, he could sneak out and weave through the gravestones, with the amber autumn sun at his back, then the rising harvest moon.
Jonathan was afr
Sins of the MaskedBetween the faceSins of the Masked by ~SheikahWarrior
And its reflection
‘Twixt the dream
And its inception
Falls the Lie
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Between the twilight
And the waking
‘Twixt the longing
And the taking
Falls the Lie
Give him a mask
Between the reason
And delusion
‘Twixt the truth
And the confusion
Between the spark
And the illusion
Falls the Lie
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Our Father,
Give him a mask
Our Father…
For this is Mankind’s story
Between the fable
And the glory
Falls the lie.
Sunny Mood 
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