We both know that's untrue. If you're going to lie at least tell a better one.

[He remembered how his "brother" treated him before. He had never been anything but gentle and kind to him, even now he could remember how he would soften as he got dragged around for all manner of foolishness Kanoa got into.

Was that why part of this felt wrong? He knew what the other was capable of, they were the same... and yet each strike almost came as a surprise. No- this is what he wanted, what they both wanted. Even if this older version of him wanted to torment him first. So be it. He's probably far from the first person to want to do the same.]

I already told you, discarded waste doesn't have a name.

[Discarded and broken. Even Dottore probably wouldn't think of him as even worth disassembling at this point. His scrambled and conflicting thoughts could only be further proof that he was somehow even more defective than before.

But he didn't want to think about that, he wanted to feel the other's hatred, let it mirror his own. Let it set his head back on right. So he'd attempt to knee the other in the gut. Stop stalling, and get on with it.]