"How could you? You're not real.", he insisted once more, figuring he'd be arguing with this one until he was blue in the face. He'd never really had a conversation with a figment of his imagination for quite this long, but it was getting sort of repetitive after a bit. "None of that stuff ever happened. If it did, then how did Rory not remember any of that? He was here, wasn't he? Shouldn't he have been the same? I understand different time streams and all, but he should've still eventually had it, shouldn't he? And the TARDIS was working perfectly the last time I was with her. How else would I be able to leave and go anywhere if she wasn't working? And wouldn't she have come with me to begin with? She is mine.."
He ignored the part about the shifter, his mind still trying to absorb what was going on here. What the hallucination was saying just didn't make sense. Why would he even come back here if he'd left in the first place? "It's not a joke.", he murmured softly after a moment, flinching when the other touched him again. Even if he believed the other wasn't going to kill him, he still couldn't accept the contact. he was still too worked up. Afraid that the minute he gave in it'd all go wrong and he'd end up like those monsters he'd spent all that time cutting down.
"Where ever you are...or were. It's better than where I ended up. This place...this colony. Is hell.", he murmured softly, his breaths shallow gasps as he pressed his fingers against the wound on his side in an attempt to slow the bleeding down just a bit. "The screams...I can still hear them now. Even under all of this peace. it'll never take away what I've seen...what I've done. And I'm going to die here...but you're safe. That's all that matters." He closed his eyes as he started to get lightheaded, finally letting himself give in.