"In my defence, you seemed to have run into those two other me's before I ever met you." Anyone else, and that sentence would make no sense. But between dreams and just the nature of said dreams with travelling through time and space? It oddly made sense. Even if they had only been echoes of herself, just like all the other ones who saw all his other faces, who tried to get his attention yet never managed to and had to find other ways to stop the Great Intelligence.
Sometimes watching Troy, the Doctor, go from thought to thought, mood to mood, could be dizzying. And this really was no different, especially as she'd been asleep before he'd come into her room like that. But given the nature of the Dreams he'd had, she couldn't exactly be shocked about that fact.
"Silent? Really?" Because it was Clara, if she had something to say, she'd say it. Even when she would try to shake it off, to act like she was fine, Troy always knew and got her to say it. Just as the Doctor had done in the Dreams. Always seemed to know, even when she was to the side. A sixth sense almost.
"I try anyway." Was it so strange that she would refer to it as herself? Clara knew that regardless of the Doctor or any of that, if she could protect or save Troy or John or her father, or anyone she cared for, she would do it. It was easy to see the girl in the Dreams as herself. There were differences, growing up with her biological father, her mother living longer, yet the core had always been the same. The echo versions of herself? Well...those were more difficult to make sense of. Oswin Oswald, the girl who fought the Daleks and won. Clara Oswin Oswald, who was given a key only to fall, for tears to melt the Snowmen. "It's all in the recipe."
It was an odd thing to say. Her mum in the dreams had said that about souffles, that it was all in the recipe. It was the same reason she'd gone into his Time Stream. The echo selves wouldn't be her, but they'd be enough to save him. Same recipe. Just as she was now.