"N-no..." he stuttered, which actually wasn't typical of him. "You... you died, Rose... practically in my arms. I..." He closed his eyes, his head lowering, trying to make his tears stay in.
He could still see it, could still see her lifeless body, could still feel her dropping his hand. And oh, Rassilon, did it hurt.
He opened his eyes again, staring at her. "This... this can't be real... Unless I've died and wasn't able to regenerate..." He frowned, looking down.