There are too many things which all fit the answer to that question dancing on the head of a pin, and filling up his own. Because nothing should have ever been able to take this fire from her. Not even knowing, forever and always knowing, they die, she would have died eventually somewhere else, even peacefully untouched by him, his life, this life, could change that.

(And.



And he's selfish.



Because he doesn't want to know what the life without her would have looked like.)

"That finale's a bit rubbish, honestly," The Doctor said, head tilting, rocking on those trainers a little more, even though he knows he's treading water on the words that have to come after the ones rolling out everywhere. "Good concept, but not the best application the American's could have had going for themselves. It was really over the heads of most of the audience."

Because he knows. He does know. The questions she should ask. That he can't answer. That she doesn't know she should.


Maybe he's asking to annoy her. Maybe he's missed even that. That temper.


There really isn't a no to that one either.