John shrugged off Jacks hand, pushing him back by his shoulders hard, "I know what I said before, but you know what, screw the fuckin' timeline. It'd find a way to right itself." He got to his feet, and started pacing angrily.
"Why am I the only one seeing sense here? Making him all cosy in the TARDIS, making things easy on him. Hell, I got locked in a friggin' jail cell for less than what he's done. And I highly doubt he's going to find any remorse anytime soon."