The Doctor hates himself.
It's no secret to anyone and he does a terrible job at hiding it.
In a way, he was grateful he had no one after the war. He was absolutely certain that they would have abandoned him instantly upon learning what he had to do.
They would have reacted the same as he did: horrified, scared, screaming.
He smashed all the mirrors in the TARDIS, he couldn't even bear to see his own face.
The face of a killer.
He didn't want help, he was sure he didn't deserve it.
2.47 billion children, dead at his hands. One could only imagine the amount of blood he was covered in.
But then there was Wren.
Upon hearing what he had to do to save the universe, the first thing she did was hug him.
He was so scared, certain she would change demeanour in an instant—knife in hand and would stab him without a moments notice.
It was only fair, considering what he did.
She was so...human, it baffled him.
*Someone To Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic
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