the doctor never tells his god which one he really seeks. instead he hides himself away, and quietly, he weeps.

their god’s own voice, he makes the choice, declaring with their word. “in fear and pain let her remain, lest she be like the third.”

the doctor’s gun ended his run, as he put it to his ear. as she was defiled, the pitied child, he gave it to his fear.

her memory a fickle thing, the strongest shall endure. when her weeping starts to waver, their drugs make her mind pure.