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It’s controversial, I know, but my favorite Doctor is Peter Capaldi. And here’s why (light spoilers ahead):
Out of the reboot Doctors, Twelve has the clearest, most well-defined arc. He starts in one place and he ends in a different place. He has an arc each series and he has an arc over his three series.
He begins cold and distant, unsure of himself, the most “alien” of all the new Doctors. He asks Clara if he is a good man, and she, like us, no longer know for sure.
By the end of series 8, he discovers that he isn’t a good man, or a hero, but he’s not a villain either. He’s just an idiot in a box passing through, and that’s okay.
At the start of series 9, he and Clara have renewed their friendship and continue to travel the universe together, pushing one another to go farther and farther, unaware of how toxic this arrangement is.
By the end of the series, the Doctor has been pushed to the absolute worst he has been since the Time War, and he knows he has to make it stop. So a sacrifice is made, but I won’t spoil it here. By the end he gets his screwdriver back and he’s in a healthy space again.
At the start of his final series, he’s been chilling on Earth for a while and hasn’t gone anywhere in a long time, until he gets called to adventure once more and things seem to be back where they were when the Doctor was happy.
Finally, after much hurt and loss and old friends seeing the light, the Doctor finally learns what it’s all about, what it means to be a Doctor. It’s to laugh hard, run fast, and be kind. And as long as the Doctor does that, the universe will be a little bit better every day.
