And we weren't supposed to meet just yet, but here we are. Our timelines have been torn. The rules are meaningless now. Oh, but I'm sure you still cling to some desperate, delusional idea of hope, don't you?
Have you seen them? Watched the people who wander this TARDIS? Look at them carefully, look at them properly. They're wounded, their place in time fractured and torn all around them, standing still and yet still moving. Tormented.
I'm not the only one in a mess, Doctor. But who knows how much time I have left? And would you leave me here to die?