There had been too many people - far too many - that he couldn’t save. But not her. Not today. Not after what she’d just done to save him. The Doctor unconsciously tightened his grasp on Clara’s body. She was warm and breathing in his arms, and that was all - all - that mattered just now. He turned to walk away from that…man…standing out there on the plain of his own memories.
“Another human? So fragile…”
“So infinitely strong in their capacity for love. Perhaps if you’d had someone with you, someone like Clara, perhaps all this -”
“If I’d had someone like her with me, it would have meant watching one more person I loved burn.”
“Perhaps. Or it might have meant finding a way out for everyone. We’ll never know, will we?”
The other turned away from him. “Take care of that one. I saw what she did for you…us… She’s special.”
“They’re all special. Every living thing in the universe. You forgot that bit. And she didn’t do it for you. She did it for the Doctor.”
“I’m still a part of you, you know. You may not like me, but I’m here. Someday you’re going to have to face that.”
“Maybe. But not today.” The Doctor glanced down once more at the precious burden cradled in his arms. Today, she was all that mattered.