Hearing the coordinates seemed to cause the knot of tension under his heart get even tighter, and for a moment he just managed a nod. Walking over towards one of the side screens, he rested both palms on the raid and hung his head.
How could they forgive him? Stupid question really; if Gallifrey was here, they had no idea who he was or what he did. It still didn't ease the fear though.
"Will we land?" They hadn't really thought that part out yet, which wasn't surprising. He knew he wouldn't be able to walk away, but at the same time how could he face them?