The Moment:
Go on, ask them. Ask them what you need to know.
War Doctor:
Did you ever count?
Eleventh Doctor:
Count what?
War Doctor:
How many children there were on Gallifrey that day.
Eleventh Doctor:
[pause]
I've absolutely no idea.
War Doctor:
How old are you now?
Eleventh Doctor:
Uh, I dunno. I lose track. 1200 and something, I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age, that's how old I am.
War Doctor:
Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time you never even wondered how many there were? Never once counted?
Eleventh Doctor:
Tell me: What would be the point?
Tenth Doctor:
[enraged at the 11th Doctor]
2.47 billion!
War Doctor:
You did count!
Tenth Doctor:
[to the 11th Doctor]
You forgot! Four hundred years, is that all it takes?
Eleventh Doctor:
I moved on!
Tenth Doctor:
Where? Where can you be now that you could forget something like that?
Eleventh Doctor:
Spoilers.
Tenth Doctor:
No, no no no, for once, I would like to know where I'm going.
Eleventh Doctor:
No, you really wouldn't!
War Doctor:
I don't know who you are. Either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.
The Moment:
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.
