"I'm sorry," Ianto said sheepishly. "I'm just used to the rather tactless things the Doctor says." He looked down at his hands and shrugged. "I love Jack, and the idea that anyone he holds in such esteem could hurt him so thoughtlessly makes me a bit angry." He smiled. "I've heard so much about TARDISes, but I've never seen one. Are they all so finnicky? I mean, they sound fascinating. I'd love to see one eventually. They're sentient, aren't they?" He considered Koschei's words and nodded in agreement. "Humans are like that. Even when it may be ill advised, we're far more prone to think with our hearts than our heads." He certainly did with Jack.
"No," Ianto agreed, "it really isn't all bad. Just...so much of it isn't meant for humans to meddle in. Perhaps if Ms. Hartman had realised that..." He trailed off, the mix of memories in his head making it harder to think about Canary Wharf with any sort of distance. Listening to the description of Gallifrey was a welcome distraction. "It sounds amazing," he said with an awed smile. "Knowing there's that sort of beauty in the universe...it reminds us why we do what we do." He sipped his drink and shrugged. "Personally, the planet itself sounds far more awe inspiring than the dome. Politics do tend to spoil things, it's true." He laughed. "All the bureaucracy, paperwork and red tape. But Gallifrey is really still there?"