Saving the universe required...some dedication.
A lot of dedication.
Missed birthdays and no sleep, it was a lifestyle most would think unhealthy.
Actually...everyone thought it was unhealthy.
He'd made it his whole personality and it was annoying as hell.
But was sad too.
To think of the amount of people he'd picked up and hurt—whether intentionally or accidentally—of course, it made him wonder if he really was the good guy he claimed to be.
You took that information, paired it with what the armies of every galaxy said, and...no.
The Doctor has never been the good guy, and he never will be.
But it was the misinformation. Opinion, not fact.
He was so much more than his reputation.
*This Isn't Everything You Are - Snow Patrol
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