The rest of their lives. It seemed impossible. Rose hadn't planned on living a long life in a very long time. First traveling with the Doctor, then working with Torchwood. The dimension cannon and finally, here. Lawrence didn't bode well for long lives, especially for someone as willing to take risks as she was. Had been. Would she ever take a Hunt again? Would she ever be willing to go off and fight evil when she'd seen exactly how evil the world could be?
She'd been his inspiration. And now she could barely stand to look at him. Oh, he'd still be the handsome man who'd come along to pick up the pieces when her life had fallen apart. He'd still have that thick dark hair and those piercing eyes. And a body to kill for, she had to be honest there. But inside, what if he wasn't her Guy? What if he was just another trick? The man the Cage so loved to present her with, only to have him taken away. How many times had she reunited with him, only to be betrayed by him, or someone else in her life?
Still. He got points for stubbornness. And the Guy from the Cage hadn't been nearly as honest and truthful with her. Except the one time... Oh, what the hell did it matter? If she was going to die, she was going to die. Why bother dragging out the inevitable?
Only it hurt so, so much more the more it happened.
"You deserved that second chance," she replied, biting her lip at the memories flooding her. Tears welled up in her eyes, remembering how often she'd felt second to Marian, how many times she'd sworn she'd never be enough for him. Well, whose door was he outside of now? Who was he putting every Guy instinct aside for? "I wanted to be that second chance for you. I just... I don't know how, Guy. I don't know how to be anything for anyone anymore." She curled her arms around her knees, but she still sat with her head pressed against the door. As if somehow, that would give her contact with him.