"Clara?" The Doctor had stopped fiddling with the gadgets that were the TARDIS' controls and trained his eyes on the tiny girl sitting in the corner, head bowed, hands folded over the dark crown of hair.
"Dead," she said, shaking.
The Doctor frowned. "I know."
She raised her head. Her eyes were large, sorrowful, piercing, and full of tears.
"You killed him." The statement was barely audible.
The Doctor didn't respond. After a few moments of silence, he retrained his attention on the TARDIS.
"You don't care, do you?"
Again, no response.
"He's just one more drop in the bucket, right? Another casualty paid for your amusement. I can name a dozen off the top of my head. Amy. Rory. Donna..."
The Doctor stared at her.
"...Rose." Clara said that final name with malice knowing it would shake him.
His face drained of color as leaned on the console for support. "I never told you about Rose."
"Yeah, well, funny thing when I became lost in your monstrosity of a transport, a potion spilled on my arm. Don't know what it was but I. Learned. Everything."
The Doctor's head shot up. Quickly, he had his sonic screwdriver out and pointed at Clara in examination.
"Don't you point that thing at me!"
"I've seen this happen before. It didn't end well."
"With Donna, yes. That's my point. And this is different so put down your screwdriver."
He did as he was told.
Clara moved toward him. "I want you to take me to burn up a star so I can see Danny one last time."
"Oh, Clara..."
She maintained an even tone, eyes fixed on his. "We go now."
"It doesn't work that way," the Doctor sighed. "Rose was in a parallel universe. Danny is, well, I don't know where."
Clara, incredulous, began to retreat. "You are the most selfish man..." She didn't finish the statement. Instead, she turned her back to him and walked out the door.