[His shoulders slump a little and for the first time his eyes look his age.]

War. Disease. Greed, ambition, lust for power.

I imagined Gallifrey as the centre of civilization. A planet where the people respect the tenets of Rassilon with wisdom, honour, and tradition. A place that stood as the bulwark against chaos and temporal lawlessness. But it isn't, and I don't know if it ever was. Trying to save it has nearly destroyed me. Now, I'm almost afraid to go back. But I have a duty and I can't just run away like a renegade.

My trip here was partially supposed to be a breath of fresh air during a brief moment of peace, but also a reccie to see if there's anything in this universe that might help us.