"No." The word tears out of her more like a sound of pain than denial. She does hold onto his hand, clinging as tightly as she dares while cycling through what this means.

"I won't lose a father, a husband, a son." She chokes on the last word, thinking of Percy. Adopted, but still hers—only the thread is untangling, and she realizes she has no clue who that boy is. When her eyes meet the Doctor's again, there's a wild storm there, as upset as she's ever been, as he's ever known her, at least.

"Please don't, we can keep this. I need my dad, more now. We can find a way to stop this."

There's a tug of familiarity at her begging and pleading, but she pushes that feeling aside, knowing it feels far away because it's part of a supposed actual life lived, and she wants this one that's ending.