"Who I am in the dreams is who I am. I am Troy, but I'm also the Doctor. Those are memories, not dreams, I know that much. I am him, I've lived that life, I have made that promise Clara. Should I just completely ignore the promises I made as a different man, just because I have memories of a second life now?"
Troy frowned, sighing as he moved to take his seat on the couch, rubbing at his temple before looking back towards her, "Clara, you're the one that told me to give the dreams a chance, to embrace them, and I've told you... I didn't want to be this man, but I am. It's not just a dream, it's who I am. I barely remember Troy, but as a distant memory. Everyday I feel so much more The Doctor and far less Troy Handsome..."
He shrugged as he reached out to take her hands, "I'm the Doctor, Clara. It's who I am, not just a memory or a past life, he's me. Troy's just a part of that, the Doctor's too big to be a distant thing..."
Finally he nodded as she took the pillow and hugged it, watching her before leaning back, "He hasn't. Well good, that's a good sign. It means he's keeping a distance."