It was the second time she'd mentioned that strange time traveler who he'd met some weeks ago. It was unsurprising to Leto that the two of them knew each other. Their paths were both blurred in the same way, although The Doctor's was far, far more complex.
He knew he was hurting her. Worse. He knew he was testing the very limits of her sanity. Whatever was inside the shell now, it was not human. It was not Oswin. And yet, she'd kept her consciousness. There was strength in her, perhaps more strength than even she herself knew.
Tilting his head downward just a bit, he looked directly at that glowing blue light. He did not ask again. But he waited. His expression spoke for him: Tell me. Tell me.