"She hates me," she whimpered, referring to the machine she still considered home. The one she'd used and abused, the one she had pleaded with to save her Doctor, and combined with. In some ways it had made them closer than ever. There was a bond there that could never be touched now. In other ways... Rose knew what Hell had shown her. How the TARDIS despised her for what she had done, how it could so easily destroy her if it chose. She shouldn't even be there, but she still somehow felt safer there than anywhere else in Lawrence.
If only she'd remembered to lock the door.
"Home... What the hell does that even mean anymore?" Her eyes glanced sideways, looking at the offered hand. It felt so familiar. Her hand would still very easily fit in his, her fingers interlocking with the dry, weathered hand that had seen so much. It was a different fit than she'd find with his next regeneration, but no less comforting. Except when that hand pulled her towards her inevitable death.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight, refusing to be swayed. If he wanted her dead, he'd have to do it on his own. She wouldn't keep letting them fool her, letting them guide her to her death. And such a violent death it usually was.
"Just do it," she finally snapped, glaring up at him before burying her face into her knees. She couldn't watch him do it. She'd learned long ago she couldn't face them when it happened. Not those she loved so much. If strangers were hurting her, that was one thing. But not her kind hearted John, her stoic Guy, her sweet baby Bo, or the Doctor...her rock, her support. Watching him end her life would never, ever be something she could do.