Yeah later.
She starts tying her fingers in knots. The most alone she has ever felt. He was abandoning her again. Then someone took her hands. There was cool breath on her cheek.
Amy, you have to trust me.
But you don't always tell the truth.
That's why I need you to trust me, now more than ever. Remember what I told you when you were seven.
What did you tell me?
No, no. He closed his eyes pressing his forehead to hers, so glad she couldn't look, couldn't see his fear, his dread of leaving her. He didn't trust the clerics with her life; they had no idea how important she was. That's not the point. You have to remember. He kissed her on the forehead then, forcing himself to leave, dragging himself from this incredible source of life. He had to leave immediately, scrubbing would-be tears out of his eyes before he could cry them. He couldn't let himself be weak now when so many people were depending on him.
Remember what. Doctor?
Amy? Amy? Is that you?
Doctor?
No one's there with her, I can hear it in her voice. The fear before. The gladness now, for any other sound but her own voice.
There's nothing I can do. Not a thing. I'm asking the impossible because if I don't she dies.
Walk like you can see but keep your eyes shut.
What if Amy Pond had died then, while he was safe on the primary flight deck? What would he tell Rory, everyone who would miss her in Leadworth. How would he live with himself? Where would he run this time? Would he never see the end of these deaths? He was cheated out of every life he ever loved. Now she would be cheated out of hers too. Only this was different. She had been cheated out of her life by him. Fourteen years she had waited for him to come back. Every moment since she was seven, he owed all that to her and now he had left her again and this time he would never get a chance to pay it back. Who next? Who would die because of him next? He wanted to break something, anything. He wanted to break himself, every bone in his body, because he deserved it. He took away the one thing he was chasing after: life. If Amy died now, never again would a human set foot in the TARDIS. Never again, he swore. Never again.
As he clenched his eyes closed and forced the impossible on her again a single tear escaped from his eye. You can do this. He tried to convince himself more than her. He couldn't do a thing. One more death, the very last human death in a long enough list, he promised. The very, very last.