"No, you wouldn't."

It wasn't a taunt, it was a fact. She'd tasted tears she'd never had a chance to see. The cold, hollow desperation of the Doctor's loss. The pain of being the last and of being alone. He tried to fill the hole in his chest with humans - just like Spike had tried to do when he'd lost Drusilla - but it would never be enough.

She revelled in his pain - his potential pain, his past pain, his future pain - with bright eyes and a hungry expression.