He didn't sleep.
Thank goodness Time Lords could go for longer than humans without sleep.
It was still a necessity, of course, just like he needed to breathe air, eat food, drink water. But he just...never slept.
Wren confronted him about this, of course. He just said he never needed sleep (a lie) and he wasn't tired (also a lie).
And she was well aware that he was lying. It's hard to wipe the tiredness from one's features.
She had also asked about it, why he can't sleep.
He just (lied) explained that he missed his bed. A perfectly good excuse on the surface.
But no, that wasn't why.
It was because every time he closed his eyes, he could hear screaming. He saw death.
He committed genocide. Twice.
(One of said species wiped out by the Time Lord didn't really seem to appreciate it, and was adamant on returning. Repeatedly).
He really was tired...but he sure as hell wasn't going to sleep.
Wren, it's okay. I told you, I'm just not tired. In fact, I don't even get tired.
*War Zone - Neena Rose
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