"My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results... but it is the effort that's heroic, as I see it. Win or lose, I admire those who fight the good fight."
-- George R. R. Martin

+ thetardisstolethetimelord

Aria cried out sharply when she felt the bullet graze her side. It wasn’t enough to cause any real damage, she knew, but it certainly hurt. She stumbled through the doors of the TARDIS, shutting them quickly before letting out a low groan of pain. Looking up, she saw her father standing at the console. She tried to manage a smile, but she was pretty sure it came out more as a wince. “Hi,” she said, voice strained, “do you know who I am yet?”