"What makes you say that?" he asked, pushing just a little.
Asking the Doctor's advice was damned appealing, but just as daunting. Kind of like whey he wasn't asking Jack for details. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to know. Fear was easier sometimes than certainty. If the Doctor didn't have advice, or couldn't do anything about it, he wasn't sure he was just going to end up feeling that much more trapped, alone, and all around worse. Inevitability was damned scary.
tHe shook his head, very slightly. "I haven't seen him yet. How many versions are there here?"