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The Doctor didn't stir as Fitz walked up behind him.

For a moment, Fitz stared out at the lights of the citadel twinkling in the distance. Then he sat down on the grass beside the Doctor, pulling his legs up in front of him like he had as a boy.

"The lesser of two evils, right?" Fitz asked quietly. "A lot of people would have died if you hadn't done it. We're the good guys in their eyes."

The Doctor glanced at Fitz, but he didn't say anything.

Fitz met his gaze without blinking. "Sometimes the ends justify the means."