"I want to." He lifts a hand to her face, cupping her cheek as he meets her gaze. "Call me sentimental, but I didn't stop loving you just because you chucked me to the curb." It seems strange to say it now, after losing her, but maybe if she understands that he cares enough to save her, she'll realize that he's really here.

When she opens up her mind to him further, he sighs and rests his forehead against hers. If only this wasn't happening now, like this, he might take it as a sign that they had something worth salvaging. As it is, he just wants to make sure that she gets out of this alive.

"It'll be okay." He allows her a path to escape even more into his mind if she wishes before following her pain to the root of this problem. It is the rift, but she's fighting against it, clutching to whatever is on the other side. And then he knows. She'd said home. It's a striking realization when he figures that it's her home universe that she's clutching to. Of course it is. What else would be so important that she'd kill herself trying to reach it?

"TARDIS-" She needs to let go.