"Not this time." The response was almost automatic, though it was slurred and sluggish. "Bit too late. Was supposed to die months ago. Oops. The Ood. The Ood were right." His song had been ending. Well. Good for them. Lovely big of tapping into time and telepathy and whatever else they'd done that had allowed them to see this. They'd done a rubbish job of warning him, really, though he supposed that was a bit rude of him to think. He'd been in an alternate dimension when he'd been poisoned, and not just that, but an alternate dimension that had been completely, utterly, horrifically wrong. Prophecies were bound to get a bit jumbled, crossing dimensional walls like that.
"S'okay," he drawled faintly. "Got to see Rose. Got to see you. I missed you." He'd missed so many people, Romana and the Master and Leela as well as his more recent companions. It was a shame he'd have to leave them again. Well. After this, there'd be no more leaving anyone behind. He didn't find the thought as comforting as he'd hoped.
"Sorry," he added after a long pause. It seemed like the thing to do.