They never wanted this at all. They'd wanted the bodies denied them, the bodies taken from them, their true bodies - Mnemosyne had. Lethe had wanted the freedom, the removal of Galaxia's bracelets.

This was the condition those bodies were in, the cruel twist of fate to that earnest desire. It's too late for them, isn't it?

Dimly, very dimly, she seems to be aware of what the Doctor is asking. The words come slurred and mashed together by a tongue no longer capable of speaking them correctly.

"Our bodies. These are our bodies." Small wonder she calls them insignificant.