[She sighs heavily. And he's about to learn the extent of her suffering. Her voice is soft. Sad. And filled with the weight of the knowledge that the lives of billions upon billions rest upon her shoulders.]

Which ones? Which version of my people are you talking about? Because I have been to so many parallel universes. There's the universe where Time Lords never existed because they never unlocked the secrets of time travel. There's the one where nearly the entire planet was overrun with the Free Time Virus. Which your Red Lyrium seems comparable to. There's the Universe where my counterpart was a ruthless dictator bent on killing anyone who didn't agree with her because she was that mad for power. There was my home universe, which is on the brink of a multi-universe war that will likely end in the destruction of the whole of creation. So which of my people are so poor?

You think I have no compassion based upon this short conversation. But know this: I consider all of those people my people and I would do anything to save them. Anything.

[Even sacrifice herself. Her past and her future. She would give it all up, if it meant saving them from the Daleks and the Free Time Virus.]