"The both of us or the Inquisition in general? First one we might manage. I'm no so sure the second one's possible anymore."

He's not daft. The Inquisition's not winning, not even close. Whatever small victories they're managing aren't enough to offset the losses, and sooner or later that losses are going to do them in. Unlike the Doctor, he doesn't get up, only shakes his head. As much as he wants to be able to give the Doctor some shred of hope here, any hope that he might have once had about the war's disappeared long ago.

"We're fighting a battle of attrition, Doctor, and we're not the side with more resources. I know you know well enough what that means. Barring some sort of a miracle, eventually we're the ones that are going to be destroyed. It's just a matter of how many of the bastards we'll take down with us."