"I'm not a weapon." He shouts back, tense and frustrated and scared. He can feel her mind crumbling under the strain of holding on to her universe. The landscape, the things, even the smell of Gallifrey burning begins to fade away. He grips her tighter. For one horrible moment, he thinks that she might send him away along with the memory, but she doesn't have the strength.

"I'm trying to help." He stands there, lost. Around them, the world falls silent and the moment seems to stretch out endlessly. He takes a deep breath and blinks away tears. She's not listening.

"I'm sorry. This isn't gonna be fun." He pulls her to his chest to keep her from shaking and pushes his way into her mind. The point of contact between her and the rift is easy to see now. Around it, damage is spreading in all directions, poisoning her. There's nothing he can do now to try to repair the damage. It's spreading too fast and too violently.

With a muttered apology on his lips, he grabs hold of the connection and does his best to sever it.