"Because by ignoring and fighting it, you only were hurting yourself. Because by doing that, it would only make things worse regardless of your feelings on the matter."
Clara was getting a headache. Because Troy had his interpretation of what she had said all those months ago and was just going to keep pushing it and she didn't have the energy anymore. It didn't matter. He was convinced of his own interpretation and Clara already had to spend the week trying to make sense of what had happened with Anakin. To somehow find a way to understand it. She needed to understand it for her own mental well being. And Troy deciding that the dreams made him the Doctor (maybe they did, she'd noticed the similarities, how he was more prominent) didn't change the fact that he was still sounding like Anakin with his talk of destiny and it being his duty.
"Yet you say destiny doesn't matter. But by your logic, Anakin was doomed to this path anyway because he's Darth Vader later on. So really, despite your claims that there's choice involved, there isn't. Wonderful. Great talk."
Because Clara had always held onto the belief that they all had choice, that the dreams didn't dictate who they were or who they became. Standing up, she just grabbed her book.
"I'm going to bed."
And with that, the petite brunette went to her room and locked the door. She was tired, frustrated and just didn't have the energy anymore. Mature? Maybe not the most but sometimes it was just better to leave before it got too bad. And all the talking was making her throat hurt anyway.