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This body had aches that he hadn’t felt in years.
He’d been old, had felt old, and damn it, he was old. He’d lived so long, had so many bloody years of this, he was starting to show for it.
He’d felt so young and spry after his last few regenerations, so it was a surprise. Youth had been nice in practice, but that of all things was the least likely to last. It didn’t stop him from wanting it still.
The stiffness of his joints began to fade- he was yet a timelord, and his outward appearance wouldn’t change him so much. God, the whole process is getting tiring, of all things. It had been almost exciting at first, if not a bit sad. Now, being as old as he is, he was just tired.
But more than anything, it made him want to run.