I tag all things with "spoilers" until a week after the episode airs.
Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, Every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you’d become this?
Clara, please, for me, help him. Go on… and don’t be afraid.
You’ll be balance when I waver.
I’ll be warmth when you are shivering cold.
You’ll be patience when I’ve had enough of this waiting game.
I’ll be the anchor cast below.
However scared you are, Clara, the man you’re with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he… he needs you.