Jack
I...know that. It's just hard to remember sometimes.
I understand why you left. And I don't blame you. But you can't blame me for being hurt when you left. Owen offered something I needed.
Alright, Jack. I can't promise the same...one day I'll die...and, working for Torchwood, probably sooner than I'd like. But I'll stay as long as I can...as long as you want me. I'm not asking you to change, Jack. You wouldn't be you if you did.