The Doctor shook his head, not understanding. "The Pandorica's just a myth. Maybe not in your universe. Maybe not in his. It is in mine. Won't you just look? You can do that, can't you? You can follow the timelines. Look at mine. Use them to find my universe. You'll see. It's safe. It's stable. It's alive and vibrant. Oh, there are a few people who don't like it, but that's always going to happen, in any universe, but the majority ... The Time Lords are grateful. They've changed for the better. They can see now how important it is that we do something instead of just sit back and watch. They don't remember the Time War, but they know about it. I made sure that they did, that they could learn its lessons without having to live with the pain of it."
He was proud of the civilization he had built. He'd thought it out carefully before bringing Gallifrey back, made a few little tweaks to ensure that what had happened in his past never happened again. A very few Time Lords, those that were closest to him, had been given a glimpse inside of his memories to prove without a doubt that the Time War had been real, that what he had done was done to save them all. These measures and others had helped to solidify his authority, to make him the president once again and sway the majority of his people to support his efforts.