[Narvin steps back, subconsciously fleeing the Doctor's approach, or his words. He hits the rails around the edge of the console area and braces himself against them. It's the only way he can keep himself upright. His hearts are racing. He wants to deny it, to accuse the Doctor of lying, but he knows what a lie sounds like, and this isn't one. His throat is dry when he speaks and his voice is weaker than he would like.]

Do I ever return to Gallifrey? Can you answer me that? Do I fight and die in the war or am I just lost in the Axis forever? Stuck between realities?

[He isn't sure which answer would be worse.]