Clara's forehead creases in confusion; he says that as if he has the copyright on caring for others.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

Her eyes close, all of the words she meant to say before he regenerated coming to the front of her mind. Everything she knew she should have said instead of begging him not to change. Would he have been the same, if he'd known? Maybe if he'd known, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wouldn't have pushed her away.

Opening her eyes again, Clara looks at the Doctor as a tear glides down her cheek.

"People love you, Doctor."

If she says anymore, she's afraid she'll break them.