The Doctor was unprepared for her sudden movement and his neck jolted as his head fell from her shoulder. "I know that. I know... it was me. That's not what I.. I didn't mean..." A sound of frustrated left him and he dropped his head into his hands, long fingers curling into his hair tightly. "I don't know. I don't know anymore. Everything's a mess. It's all messed up. All fractured and disjointed and.. messy. Because of me. Of course because of me. This is my fault... it's my fault.." The words came out fast and overlapping, a manic quality moreso than his normal kind. This was a mad, odd kind that had developed since the fog.