"It just..." Koschei started before hugging the Doctor tighter. It didn't matter. He still had his Gallifrey. His home was still intact, still perfect and pristine. But for how much longer? "How does that even happen?" Koschei asked with a horrified whisper.
Turning his gaze to the Doctor as he apologized, Koschei shook his head slowly, "No, I'm sorry," He said, raising a hand to squeeze the Doctor's shoulder, leaning forward and resting his forehead against his best friend's.