[ Has he gone astray at times? Of course. Many times. He'd given up on nearly everything after losing Amy and Rory and would have been unrecognizable to anyone who'd known him before. But then he'd found a purpose again, committed to living once more by the promise of his name. ]

Dull — you? Dull is saying, "I've got nothing left to learn, I'm sorted." Certain cardboard boxes are dull, too, the flimsy ones. That's not you, you're not a flimsy cardboard box with terrible glue, and you're not stationary. No, you've lived a life, haven't you, all the steps you took before you were standing in this spot on this day at the same moment as me. Why did you come to the Hall of Relics? You wanted to know, see, understand.

[ If he was just biding his time and passing the hours, they wouldn't have had the conversation they've already shared. ]

And you're a good guesser! Absolutely picking you for my team at the next communal game of charades. [ And have a joke in return. ] Round up, though — oh, by nearly nine hundred years.