[It's a lie she's telling to herself then, one she wants to become real so very much. As he loosens his grip the TARDIS shifts to his side, taking his hand in hers and leading him away from the bar. A chance to talk and look around at the same time.]

They've hurt him, hurt the ones he cares about. They've made him angry, those so-called gods. He ran. Didn't tell anyone but me and he's a little better now but still...

[To make him angry was a bit easier these days but it was not a good thing.]