(PROSE: The Day of the Doctor C8)

'Because you are the Good Man, as you call yourself?'
'I call myself the Doctor.'
'It's the same thing in your mind.'
'I'd like to think so.'

[...]

'Then she was wiser than you. She understood there was no escaping the Time War. You are part of this, Doctor—whether you like it or not.'
'I would rather die,' he said, and meant it with both his hearts. Not a soldier, he thought. That was the promise. Never cruel, never cowardly, and never, ever a soldier. He knew what was inside him: the anger that could never be given voice. Death first.

[...]

'I don't suppose anyone needs a doctor any more. Make me a warrior now.' It was his voice, but how could those be his words.

[...]

'Doctor no more,' I said.