[Wanderer listens closely and the only conclusion he can make is that his other self is right. He has forgotten a lot of things. That he used to be curious and that he never minded others around him at all. That he played with the children and that he learned how to make swords. And, above all, that he cared for all those people.

Only to return and slaughter all of their offspring because he chose to believe the lies the Doctor told him and allowed himself to let those lies shape him.]

Hm. That is fair. [He nods and takes hold of the others hand again. There is nothing wrong with focusing on concepts like having fun and be happy. His other self could introduce him to the fun aspect of snow while he could teach the other how to cook.

Still, he also knows there is a risk that, in the end, this innocent version of him would walk that same path as well. Guided by lies, consumed with anger. And he is not sure if he is able to accept that.]

I will promise you that I will try to remember. [Oh, and before he forgets.] My name is Wanderer. When you have been given a name, come tell me. [The squeeze he gives the others hand is an encouraging one.]