"Either you didn't really have her, just some alien robot that stole her body; or for those few more months, she suffered, Ianto."
Jack's voice is harsh, but there is grief etched on his face, no matter how hard he tries to keep it steady. "Personally, I pray she knew nothing about those few months, but died back in Torchwood One. If not, both of you went through all that, the pain as she healed, and the loss of her mind when her programming kicked in."
He softens very slightly, voice still brittle. "But either way, you lost. And I truly am sorry for that."
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Date: 2008-04-23 10:08 pm (UTC)Jack's voice is harsh, but there is grief etched on his face, no matter how hard he tries to keep it steady. "Personally, I pray she knew nothing about those few months, but died back in Torchwood One. If not, both of you went through all that, the pain as she healed, and the loss of her mind when her programming kicked in."
He softens very slightly, voice still brittle. "But either way, you lost. And I truly am sorry for that."