A hand almost wants to reach out, touch the wound, something old, but ripped open new again. He looks to Luffy with genuine concern, even as, deep down, he understands it. The scars that get wiped back away every time Jack comes back. This is what he should look like. Not everyone else gets the luxury.
His hand falls into a fist, before it makes contact. "It's my life. And it's never been more valuable than when it's being lost."
"I'm not the hero of my world. The Doctor is, Ianto Jones is, not me. I caused the planet to get decimated, taken over by the most evil man I've ever known. I'm the man who would have let the entire world fall to ruin to get back the man I loved. I killed my own damn grandson!"
Now he does reach out and grab Luffy's torn shirt, and yells in the man's face, holding back the tears that want to come. "What do I have to say to you to convince you that my death is more valuable than my life!? I am no hero, I'm barely a man at all, unable to protect the people I care about! Just finish this! Then maybe Sarah will live."
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His hand falls into a fist, before it makes contact. "It's my life. And it's never been more valuable than when it's being lost."
"I'm not the hero of my world. The Doctor is, Ianto Jones is, not me. I caused the planet to get decimated, taken over by the most evil man I've ever known. I'm the man who would have let the entire world fall to ruin to get back the man I loved. I killed my own damn grandson!"
Now he does reach out and grab Luffy's torn shirt, and yells in the man's face, holding back the tears that want to come. "What do I have to say to you to convince you that my death is more valuable than my life!? I am no hero, I'm barely a man at all, unable to protect the people I care about! Just finish this! Then maybe Sarah will live."