[ Such a damn waste is the only thing he can think about this, thoughts similar to what he's been thinking about the whole Slayer system lately. People dying young for no goddamn good reason other than to protect others without getting anything out of it for themselves. His deal is infinitely better in comparison. Who needs a soul if you can live forever?
Except, now he has a soul and with that comes a conscience and more thinking than could ever be good for him. It hurts just to hear this and he tightens his hold around Ianto's shoulders. ]
Talk to me. We don't have to hash it all out tonight, but... talk to me. I have all the time in the world.