John took the cup, and glugged in a helthy slug of Brandy. The tea probably wouldn't last long, and he could tell the next top up would be only Brandy. Still, he nursed the warmth of the cup, the heat soothing.
"You misunderstand. What I meant by that was. Well, put it this way, Gallifrey could've easily been his other home. And now he can never go there. That's always tied up with you and the Master, regardless of any blame, the association is still there. To talk about his other home, effectively being razed and destroyed utterly by the same men. Too much of a parallel. And then to be told it doesn't matter because it'll all reset," he shook his head softly.
"Two hearts beat in his chest Doctor. Even if his Doctor wasn't his parent, didn't bring him up, he was still his family deep in his genetics. Maybe a part of him mourns what it didn't have the chance to know. Gallifrey."