Everything can be justified as I've told it, that's just how it is. There is no need to think harder on it, because that just complicates things more than need be.
You may be a monster now, but we are not. The Doctor is not a monster. We aren't looking for love... We've never been. We're just looking to help. And we do not, I repeat, do not enjoy being feared. It only is necessary when they are putting others in danger!
We've always made the world a better place, everywhere we go, we've helped people. We know this. The world that knows about the Doctor is a better world!
Oh, we have been loved, and that's why I know there's something very wrong with you. Rose Tyler. She is the first human we loved, and we would have given anything not to let her go back, or does she not ring a bell?
Eh? Have you forgotten her? Because I haven't! And it still hurts! I'll never forget her! She meant everything to me!
[While up against the TARDIS, the Doctor is close enough wrap his hands around the other man's head and place his forehead to his. Did you forget that the Doctor can do that, Eleven? See into other's minds? Well, he's about to take a look into yours, and he said he wouldn't be gentle. He's tearing through doors, and the future memories you hold, skipping over them as best as he can until he comes to the memories about the Pandorica. Being locked away for all those years, alone. So very alone. More alone than he's ever been in years, and so much pain. So much blame, and so much guilt. The Doctor opens his eyes, not pulling away from Eleven as he stares at him quietly.]
That's what it is, the lonliness. The pain, oh you poor thing. We've been left alone, abandoned. Broken. You thought losing Rose was bad enough, but to have all of the races turn around, all of them, and work together against you...
Shh, shh, shh, it's alright. I'm here. You aren't alone, Eleven, you aren't alone...