Oh.

[ Clara inhales deeply, then lets it out, a wisp of a sound. They both got their person back, only she got someone angrier than she's ever known, not allowing her to get close, to even be near. ]

It hurts.

[ Her fingers brush away a rebel tear from the apple of her cheek. When she cries, her eyes are even bigger, a deeper brown somehow. Even when she's fighting against it. ]

But at least he's alive. Even if he's ready for me to go, I know he'll be out there. The Doctor and his blue box.