I hate being alone.
It's just so... lonely. "I mean, I know I've got you, but... you're different. I can talk to you, but... Oh, I don't know."
Everyone leaves. Everyone dies. No matter how much I want to save everyone, I can't. And it just drives me mad.
Of course I forgave him. How could I not? He had the drums... I have the screams. Everyone I couldn't save. Everyone I killed. Nine hundred years is a long time. Long enough for it to drive you mad.
He terrorized people... I go on about bananas. Bananas are good. There's no guilt to a banana. I'll probably have a traumatizing experience with a banana now. I won't like them. That's it, I'll regenerate, I'll be ginger, but I won't be able to stand bananas.
"When do you think it'll end? I mean, it's got to eventually... Can't go on forever." I'm talking to the TARDIS. I really am lonely. "Maybe I won't regenerate. I don't think I can deal with this much longer. Even if I make new mates, I'll just lose them... Not sure I could take it."
Yeah. Maybe. Maybe I won't let anyone get too close again. I need a mate, but I couldn't bear to hurt anyone again.
I can't save everyone. It's not driving me mad— I'm already mad.