On the way, his footsteps echoed heavily in the silence of the ruins he left behind.
Every object in the laboratory, every shard of glass, reminds him of the immoderation of his ambition and the price of his pride.
The doll he holds close to him, the last vestige of Oskar’s clumsy affection, becomes the symbol of a failure as much as a regret.
As he walks away, the castle still stands in the stormy night, dark and empty, like a scar set in stone.
The Doctor disappears into the shadows, condemned to bear alone the memory of his creatures and the tragedy he created.