"Jack, and I realize that it's you I'm telling this to, be sensible. I don't want to die. Given my druthers, I'd live a bloody long time, trust me. But the body count is climbing." It was all said in a pained and hushed whisper, as if the words were costing him dearly to say. Ianto leaned in and rest his nose against Jack's face.
"I just .. no matter where or when it happens, it isn't your fault. It never will be. Alright?"
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