Dude. I like it here, I'm glad you like it here, but come on. I've died... four times now. Shot, stabbed, beaten, beaten and stabbed. I've got memories there's no way I should have. I've lost-- [He cuts off, pressing his lips together with a quick shake of his head; he's not ready to talk about any of that in a calm, wardenly sort of way, the way the Doctor might have. He swallows, tries again, his voice a little scratchy.]

Anyone up here, we lose a lot. It's... that's part of the thing. He will too. Whoever he is, he will.