[ Sometimes the Doctor's ramblings are hard to follow. Sometimes they unravel into something almost lyrical. This feels like one of those latter instances. What he speaks of touches at the deeper parts of his own memory, things long forgotten about his past. They sound true. ]

We all fear the destroyer. [ But the Doctor is right, that doesn't necessarily make it evil. Creation and destruction are two halves of the same whole. To look at the Singularity, the twin pieces of the monolith, he knows this without question.

To the rest - he shakes his head. He kneels with the star still cupped in his palms, gently placing it in the grass. ]

I don't know. There's power in the land, in the stones that make it - all the life that walked and will walk across it. It doesn't have to have been one of us to be alive.

[ They are all pieces of a greater whole, too. ]