“Cut out the whining while you’re at it. We’ve got work to do. This is it, Clara – one of those moments … The darkest day, the blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let’s see what we’re made of, you and I.”
Nobody’s ever safe. I’ve never asked you for that, ever. These have been the best years of my life. And they are mine. Tomorrow is promised to no-one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.