Perhaps I saw my life with him in soft focus? I'm not sure. I followed him, fought Torchwood all the way. I've learned from them. I can fight, I can dance properly I can even use a gun. I'm harder, I've killed, and all through it, it feels like all that's really kept me human is the thought that one day, I'd see him again, hear his voice somewhere other than in my mind.
And now I do, and he's running away, he didn't even know I was there. Running away, with the sort of woman who owns a hat box.
I gave up everything to get back here and to find my Doctor. Halfway across the sky, burning up suns, and my bridges. For what? To watch 'hat box' drop keys into a litter bin. And to hurt. And to fade away.