"He's not finished either." There was excitement, enough to almost look like movement in his body, but it's not there - indeed, like wind, you can sense the movement but not see it. "It all is." It's full of wonder and joy, Raphael leaning against him, forgetting things as basic as "personal space" in his excitement.

Raphael names other that died young, even if they aren't there yet, he knows they will be, and gives other names to ones The Doctor names, as the angels named them too. "Rassilon?"