“— ¡You forgot! Four hundred years, ¿is that all it takes?
— ¡I moved on!
— ¿Where? ¿Where can you be now that you could forget something like that?
— No, no no no, for once, I would like to know where I'm going.
— ¡No, you really wouldn't!
— I don't know who you are. Either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.
[They're you. They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. A man who regrets. And the man who forgets. The Moment is coming. The Moment is me. You have to decide.]”