"I never expected you to give them up, Doctor. I can't really explain it, but yes... they irritate me. I'm jealous of them because you travel with them, take them places, and because they're more important to you than I am." Missy looked away from him, frowning as she slowly swished her fingers back and forth in the water.
"I miss my friend," she admitted quietly. "On Gallifrey, it was us and the rest of the Deca. But always us when we needed to talk, to run, or to just get away from our families, it was just us. But then you left and nothing was the same after that. You didn't want or need me anymore."
Missy closed her eyes and submerged herself under the water, using the time to try and gather her thoughts. Why were things always so difficult for the two of them? How had everything gone so wrong for so long between the two of them? He was the only person who'd ever really understood her and who was even remotely like her. So why was it always so hard?