Fortunes of War

“"I stood in the console room, my hands hovering over the door control. A part of me wanted to run, to go and find something wonderful and incredible and fun to see. To remind myself of the wonders of history, rather than the horrors. But the turbulence in the time vortex around the war had grown too great to ignore. 'Somebody has to do something about it.' I said to myself as I opened the doors. 'I can't keep putting it off forever'. So I stepped out of the TARDIS into the last days of the First World War."”

'Then why bring me back here!' Caxton asked. His voice was desperate, pleading. 'Why bring me back here if I'm not supposed to stop it! Does someone hate me that much?'

'Time doesn't hate.' I said. 'It doesn't think, or feel, or care. Time is implacable, immovable, unchangeable, and eternal. It isn't cruel, or kind. It just is.'

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