A weapon is defined by the one who holds it, who utilizes it, who asks it to go and be. He was the last. And it is in Bad Wolf that I am stuck, I think, because he is not here. There was resolution, but oh Eddie.
Lacking purpose, I suppose, I have to ask myself of myself. And wonder if I will cease to exist at all. Just a box, next to a blue box, or next to three blue boxes.