“And yet, what do we know about the larger problem?” Ianto points out pragmatically. “Not nearly enough—and while death may be impermanent now, we can’t say how long that will hold. Or if a creature like this Pine Devil could be the thing that can strike once in a manner this situation cannot account for.”
He can see Jack in his mind’s eye, pale and still on the slab—drained of all vitality by Abaddon. Jack Harkness, the man who got up after being shot in the head…
(He has no reason to see her face in Jack’s place. No reason whatsoever to see harsh neon on already pale skin tinged blue by death…)
“You’re my boss—you can rightly tell me to do whatever you like.” He sighs. “You can tell me not to pursue this and…I won’t. You give me an order and I will obey it. But I’m asking you not to give me that order to stop—not if I can do something to keep others safe.”
(Jack is gone. He’s accepting that. She is here. She is fine. She is not in that drawer back in Cardiff…)
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He can see Jack in his mind’s eye, pale and still on the slab—drained of all vitality by Abaddon. Jack Harkness, the man who got up after being shot in the head…
(He has no reason to see her face in Jack’s place. No reason whatsoever to see harsh neon on already pale skin tinged blue by death…)
“You’re my boss—you can rightly tell me to do whatever you like.” He sighs. “You can tell me not to pursue this and…I won’t. You give me an order and I will obey it. But I’m asking you not to give me that order to stop—not if I can do something to keep others safe.”
(Jack is gone. He’s accepting that. She is here. She is fine. She is not in that drawer back in Cardiff…)