[Ugh, yesterday. His body tenses a bit at the memory, unsure if he's ready to fall apart.]

The good news is that Eleven went home for a while, and found a way to save Gallifrey. I don't end up killing my own people in my future.

The bad news...

[His voice cracks, wavers and breaks, and he tries to blink away the tears that are threatening to spill over again. He had wanted to fall apart on Charley the night before, but after what she's been through, it's hard to bring himself to do it.]

I found out about my death. It's...not as heroic as I might have liked.

[He takes a deep, shaky breath.]

It fits how my life had been going for a while before I came to Asgard, I suppose. Failing to save someone, reviled, used...

[The dam begins to break and the tears start spilling down his cheeks.]

Choosing to die because the universe doesn't need the Doctor anymore. I gave up. I just...gave up, Charley.