-His expression doesn't change, but inside he cringes-
That... that might not be possible. I was directly involved in your timeline. So was the TARDIS itself. Time travel is like weaving a thread. If I were to go back there now, I'd just get tangled up and snapped back. A paradox. It... it just wouldn't work. I'm sorry.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Smiles a little-
Sure. Fixed the CUT drive before I left, and I should have the coordinates still in her memory.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-Throws the lever-
-The TARDIS dematerialises-
For a bit there, I forgot. I forgot all of it. Everything I'd lost. Everything I'd had to destroy. I'd shut my eyes, and there'd be nothing but memories from a normal, human life. It was... nice. But forgetting isn't the same thing as moving on. You can't overcome something by running from it. As much as it hurts, I have to keep going. And so do you.
I don't hate you for what you did. If anything, you should hate me. I didn't exactly do a stellar job in keeping the city safe.
I couldn't save all of them, but I can save you. I can make things better. And one day better will be good enough, like I said.
...
We're here.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Just curious.