"This place, it's strange. There's talk of how people appear and disappear all of the time for now reason. And this--this epidemic of other turning into variations of themselves. Like you. There was a blonde Rose Tyler that I met days ago. I'm not certain you are her, but if you are, then...you'll leave if this all fades away. You won't be my Rose anymore." He didn't know how else to put it, and he wasn't known for sugar coating the truth. Slowly, he pulled away and looked down at her, his hand, now very rough and callused, touched her cheek and then her lips, trailing over them lightly. "It wasn't your fault you died. I should have just protected you. People are killed in wars all of the time, innocent bystanders as well as soldiers."