Jack listens very carefully to Mary's story, her tone pries his eyes away from the photographs to get his full attention. Situation wasn't quite what Jack had thought, but he can all too clearly see a man drifting further and further away from his goal by doing what he thought would lead him closer to it.
Everything is permitted? "There's no- rule set for how we do things at Torchwood. I have been making this up as I go along for the last century and a half." And in that moment Jack gets a faraway look in his eye that makes him seem very old.
He puts a hand to his own chest. "Either way, I don't get to reap the benefits of this. This isn't to make me happy. I still have to live with what I did. One wrong choices that lead to an even more wrong choice. Because I didn't know the cost."
Jack looks back down at the photos that he holds in his hand. "Maybe that's what I actually wanted. If I knew the cost, would I still make the same decision? Maybe all I'm doing is giving myself the chance to make the same mistake all over again. I can live with it. I always live with it."
"But he can't live without the consequences."
So, it's wrong, it's terrible, it goes against everything that Jack has ever done before. But he is still going to do it. He shuts the desk drawer and very carefully tucks the photos into the inner pocket of his coat.
"Keep the screwdriver." Jack smirks. "You'll get more use out of it than I ever did."
Jack finds the crates that he had come up here for, and after a moment of thought, he opens a panel behind his desk. There are a few pieces of tech that required his handprint in order to be able to unlock, which he sweeps into the bottom of one of the crates. Muttering something about an idea.
He gives one last smile to Mary, as if to try to convince her that he's okay. Really. "Thank you."
Jack emerges from his office, too distracted to notice where some of his compatriots have hidden pilfered items. He holds up the packing crates that Duster asked for, "This should help us transport everything back."
Lydia and Betel-po, on the other hand, have found one last discovery. It looks like a data drive, something so insignificant that Chiaki passed it over, but for some reason it's calling to Lydia. If she ever explores what's on it, she'll find a backup of the legacy of Toshiko Sato, including her final message to the team, one that she knew would be delivered after her death.
Jack plunks the crates down on the top of a table. "Maybe we should go check the...." And then he trails off, staring at one of the monitors on Gwen's desk, the one that is showing the CCTV of what is happening above on the Plas. His entire face lights up, and he whispers a single word.
"Doctor......"
With no other explanation, Jack takes off running the way they entered, charging up the stairs at full speed.
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Everything is permitted? "There's no- rule set for how we do things at Torchwood. I have been making this up as I go along for the last century and a half." And in that moment Jack gets a faraway look in his eye that makes him seem very old.
He puts a hand to his own chest. "Either way, I don't get to reap the benefits of this. This isn't to make me happy. I still have to live with what I did. One wrong choices that lead to an even more wrong choice. Because I didn't know the cost."
Jack looks back down at the photos that he holds in his hand. "Maybe that's what I actually wanted. If I knew the cost, would I still make the same decision? Maybe all I'm doing is giving myself the chance to make the same mistake all over again. I can live with it. I always live with it."
"But he can't live without the consequences."
So, it's wrong, it's terrible, it goes against everything that Jack has ever done before. But he is still going to do it. He shuts the desk drawer and very carefully tucks the photos into the inner pocket of his coat.
"Keep the screwdriver." Jack smirks. "You'll get more use out of it than I ever did."
Jack finds the crates that he had come up here for, and after a moment of thought, he opens a panel behind his desk. There are a few pieces of tech that required his handprint in order to be able to unlock, which he sweeps into the bottom of one of the crates. Muttering something about an idea.
He gives one last smile to Mary, as if to try to convince her that he's okay. Really. "Thank you."
Jack emerges from his office, too distracted to notice where some of his compatriots have hidden pilfered items. He holds up the packing crates that Duster asked for, "This should help us transport everything back."
Lydia and Betel-po, on the other hand, have found one last discovery. It looks like a data drive, something so insignificant that Chiaki passed it over, but for some reason it's calling to Lydia. If she ever explores what's on it, she'll find a backup of the legacy of Toshiko Sato, including her final message to the team, one that she knew would be delivered after her death.
Jack plunks the crates down on the top of a table. "Maybe we should go check the...." And then he trails off, staring at one of the monitors on Gwen's desk, the one that is showing the CCTV of what is happening above on the Plas. His entire face lights up, and he whispers a single word.
"Doctor......"
With no other explanation, Jack takes off running the way they entered, charging up the stairs at full speed.