'How the hell am I gonna find,
Happiness and peace of mind,
When I'm losing all the time,
Yeah.
I paid the price, sacrifice, sacrifice.'
Bitter Pill - Annie Lennox
So that's it, is it, Doctor? You call this a happy ending? This is nowhere near perfect.
Just because he has your face, just because he has the guts to say "I love you" doesn't make him you. Just because he shares those memories we made together doesn't mean it was him in them. He's not you.
And just because you tell me to have him, that this is the perfect solution to our little 'problem' doesn't mean everything's okay. I crossed the Void, for God's sake, to find you again, to have our happily ever after, and you just toss me back, like an unwanted toy. And then you give me him.
Okay, so he looks like you. He shares your memory, your thoughts, your feelings. But you can't sweep me under the carpet with a clone. I would have expected better of you, Doctor. If you make people better, then why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like you just don't care anymore?
Surely, you giving me this 'gift', this replica of you for me to care and love, to heal, shows that you care. He has the face I fell in love with, the heart I fell in love with, and best of all he'll live with me for a human forever. And yet I still feel like I'm losing.
And this is my reward for loving you; playing pass-the-parcel with my heart. I sacrificed my life for you, and this is what you give me. Why can't you see I don't want this, don't want him. I want you.
This is one hell of a bitter pill to swallow Doctor. Every time I see him I think of you, of how you promised us a forever and breathed my name as we made love. I can't love him. He's a consolation prize, something to fob me off with and I can't do it. I can't believe that you'd willingly leave me behind with Him, even if you thought you were making me happy. Unless Davros told the truth.
You're just a coward at heart.