The very first word I ever said to you, trapped in that cellar, surrounded by shop-window dummies. Oh, such a long time ago. I took your hand, I said one word, just one word. I said…
You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords.
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