When Eleven goes, I can only wish he goes down like a man. I know he won’t. He will be blubbery about it like Ten. He’s gonna cry, and then I’m gonna cry, but afterwards I’m just gonna be pissed at him for not being brave for me, like Nine, and making the transition a little easier, even exciting. As any change should be, for a thousand-year-old adventurer. Who, by the way, doesn’t ACTUALLY die.