“Then I am sorry for you. It will only make your quest more difficult.”
It’s a dream, she knows that now, but even the memory of how it felt to be poisoned to death is excruciating. “Why?” she remembers choking out, forcing the question past numb facial muscles and the abdominal cramps ripping her in half.
“Most who undertake this journey abandon the mistakes they cannot undo. To reach this point, they have turned their lives into so much scorched earth. But you say none of it was the result of your intentions?”
She shakes her head. It hurts, it hurts so much.
“Then you are leaving behind a life that can be salvaged. I am sorry to hear it, but I think you will be sorrier to lose it.”
And then she dies.
This is a remarkable fic, if you’ve not read, please do so post-haste-y.
The Doctor Is Out 