It was funny, on some terribly ironic level. He'd been so concerned with leaving her with his duplicate. She'd be able to make him better, he'd claimed. And where had it gotten him? He was falling apart. Not that there was any guarantee he wouldn't be had she still been in his life. But she'd have fought for him. Helped him, just as she always had. He wouldn't have run if she'd still been there.
It was frustrating, looking at the man at her side and knowing that. She let him hold her hand, because that's what they did. From the moment he'd met her, he'd taken her hand, and she'd never once turned it down. Even if she had been a little weirded out at his freshly regenerated hand.
The hand that had created the copy of him that she'd left behind back at home. That memory created a little wave of guilt through her.
"You're not selfish," she said quietly. Okay, so a part of her thought he was. Pushing her aside, handing her off to a human version of himself so he wouldn't have to watch her grow old and die. That? Was pretty selfish. But not what he'd done. "I learned a lot since I've been here. I've talked to Romana. I know what she asked of you. No one should have to do what you did, to make the choices you had to. But you did. You saved so many people, at the risk of being alone for the rest of your life." She hated herself, but she couldn't just let him hurt. It wasn't in her nature.