"For a while. I was kidding myself. Thought I could be normal, be happy with that. Not make waves. And being with you was always going to mean making waves, I think, even if you'd always been your best self. But after I left Gallifrey. Well, every time you met me you keep trying to kill me. I realize that a lot of that was mostly to get my attention. But seriously? Remember when I trapped on Earth? And your first move was to try to strangle me with phone cord? If you'd actually talked to me, on that phone. Come to actually see me in my exile. I'd have probably wept with relief. Come with away with you forever, damn the High Council. As it was, you kept killing people, some of whom I knew and liked, and I kept smiling to myself while you kept getting away, and making excuses for why they couldn't hold of you for long. But I couldn't trust you, no matter much I wanted to."
He paused. "I should have found a way to fix us. Before I left home. But I was afraid."