Now that caught her offguard. There was no way she could have been prepared for that. She knew Ianto. He never would have done anything like that. Especially not to a child. But it was clear that this was the nightmare part. Everyone you care about dying by the hand of another loved one. It was anyone's nightmare, but especially Jack. In some ways he was like the doctor - so many loved ones lost, you really held on to those you had.
Martha closed her eyes, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. That must have been hell. And that had been the last thing that happened before she'd found him. Her and his daughter being shot by Ianto. She didn't exactly know what to say. Part of it she wanted to be real - for him - the part where he had his daughter, but the rest... "He'd never do that," she said softly. She knew that Jack knew that. "And I'm not going anywhere." That was a promise. To have had everything and then in a moment have it stripped away...