God, Scout. If he'd died like he was supposed to, the best option would have been what he did. Maybe he should have said something different to him, or tried longer to make Scout understand that none of it was his fault.

"Good question." He tips his head to the side, away from Daine, looking towards the empty conservatory. Maybe Daine is right. What if hurting people is just part of who he is? What if it's unavoidable? He's tried to do what's best, but people he promised to protect still get hurt, and he makes too many mistakes to be forgiven.

"Not really," he answers, and wishes, selfishly, that the TARDIS would walk through the door.