"If I am miserable, Doctor, it is not your job to fix that. And I do not recall ever telling you that happiness was a requirement of mine. And I am very much not trying to be you, or trying to play Time Lady, though there is perhaps some amusement in the fact that there is someone here who thinks I am, but truly ought to know better." That Romana thought she was the Master still, with one of the Master's faces here, oh she was looking forward to when he found out that bit. One of the small games she'd come to amuse herself with.

"You were there when the choice was made that I was to clean up after you, Doctor. Your chance to tell me not to was then, back when I was still young enough your words and opinions might have swayed me. Back when you could have taken Me with you, keeping me from being able to be used against you on Trapp Street." She was watching her now. Judging her reactions. "But I have plans in the work to fix that little error as we speak, worry not."

Well, Thirteen? Will you allow Me to plan a paradox to save Clara from the Raven and you from torture, or will you, like Three, explode and try and stop her? Her face was a bland and bored mask, but she really was interested to see how this Doctor would respond to that.