[Okay, that's got Rory a bit on the sort of anger defensive, getting to his feet to not be looking up at her.]

Do you think I like thinking about dying? Just casually bringing it up? Because that's what this means, Amy, that's what this is about, getting shot in the chest by that...laser gun again, constantly.

[He's run out of steam, slightly, after that. His next words are quieter.]

Other people in the City were getting this same thing, reliving injuries. I figured it was only a matter of time.