[ There is a pause of silence in the midst of explosions and gunfire when the Doctor continues to stand where he is, so still like Kovacs might not be so used to in the short time they've known each other. (And for men like them who live for centuries, this is especially true.) He watches the destruction with a deepness in his expression, eyes going just a little glassy from the memory being replayed in such vivid detail. Too real, too much like what he remembers.

He exhales, closing his eyes before he responds to Kovacs' question. ]

Because he was the one who broke the promise, the one promise we made when we chose this name so long ago.

[ The Doctor's voice holds anger, frustration, guilt, shame — all of it rolled into one solemn tone of voice as he explains the identity of that man and how he disappeared into wherever it is he's gone off to. ]

This is — was — my home. Once, long ago. [ In the same breath, he opens his eyes again, tilting his head upwards past the smoke and debris. ] And we are not going to be following that man, hey? [ He raises his voice to shout into the sky, to whatever entity is controlling this dreamscape, pulling the memory out from his mind and displaying it around them like a very personalized torture device. He would really rather not relive anything past this horrid part of the nightmare; he isn't even sure he could when that man is him ... but not.

He continues: ] You can stop this any time now!