Clara's quiet for a few seconds after Number 6 finishes speaking. Her eyes are a little glassy when she looks at him, clearing her throat.
"He did it for me. I don't think he would ever question doing it again if he had to." She thinks about everything they said to one another after the amount of time brought her to her knees.
Why? Why would you even do that? But she'd known why.
"He murdered someone for me. Never had done in all his life. Ever, not cold blood. And when he couldn't find a way to restart my heart, he decided it would be worth it to rip apart the universe, literally, to make it beat again. I'm supposed to be dead, my death it's...it's a fixed point in time and when you mess with those it breaks everything. I couldn't let him do that. Not to the universe. Not for me."
There's a single tear she brushes away. "I had the TARDIS create a program that would wipe away his memory of me. He-" Here, Clara's voice breaks but she clears her throat yet again. "He agreed and the next time he looked at me we were strangers. All of the things we did together he...remembers them but there was a hole where there should've been me."
Clara gives a small shrug of resignment. "I traveled alone for a hundred years and I couldn't stand it anymore. Just before I woke up here I'd gone back to the Time Lords. Asked them to make my heart beat. Then the Doctor showed up a couple weeks later, remembering me. But he has no idea what I did."
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"He did it for me. I don't think he would ever question doing it again if he had to." She thinks about everything they said to one another after the amount of time brought her to her knees.
Why? Why would you even do that? But she'd known why.
"He murdered someone for me. Never had done in all his life. Ever, not cold blood. And when he couldn't find a way to restart my heart, he decided it would be worth it to rip apart the universe, literally, to make it beat again. I'm supposed to be dead, my death it's...it's a fixed point in time and when you mess with those it breaks everything. I couldn't let him do that. Not to the universe. Not for me."
There's a single tear she brushes away. "I had the TARDIS create a program that would wipe away his memory of me. He-" Here, Clara's voice breaks but she clears her throat yet again. "He agreed and the next time he looked at me we were strangers. All of the things we did together he...remembers them but there was a hole where there should've been me."
Clara gives a small shrug of resignment. "I traveled alone for a hundred years and I couldn't stand it anymore. Just before I woke up here I'd gone back to the Time Lords. Asked them to make my heart beat. Then the Doctor showed up a couple weeks later, remembering me. But he has no idea what I did."