[ Clara didn't know how badly she needed to talk about this. Her logical mind knows why things are the way they are, but the other part of her wants to shout about it not being fair. She isn't that naïve though, the universe doesn't care about what's fair or not. ]

Hearing that it's fucked from someone else helps. I didn't ruin anything, at least, and there are other reasons we couldn't ever—I mean, I'm human. He isn't, and in the end, my life is a blink of an eye, then what? I've only given him more hurt for his hearts to carry.

[ Closing her eyes, she realizes pops of color are swimming behind her eyelids, so no more alcohol for her. When she looks back at Red, she tries to smile at least a bit. ]

And you're right, the regret was heavy. Red, he literally ran away from me after he regenerated. I show up here and the Doctor I know is alive and well. Perfect. [ Swallowing back a lump in her throat, she shakes her head. ] He told the man in white he was afraid of what he would do to not br alone, and it shouldn't—it shouldn't be that way. I needed him to know, and now he does. He's loved. By me, by so many others.

[ There are a plethora of other emotions from the span of her life carefully boxed up and tucked away because there's no resolution to them. She'll put the in love portion of her feelings for the Doctor right next to the other complicated moments of her life and store them away, push it all to the far corners of her heart. Reaching out, her hand squeezes Red's arm in gratitude. ]

You're really good at this human thing, by the way.