"Two. Two left, apparently," Owen said. "The Doctor and the Master. Not one for being humble, these Time Lords, are they?" Owen drawled, squeezing his eyes shut tighter, shaking his head. "The Doctor's a prisoner, and you're helping the other one. Assistant to the Lord and Master of the Earth. Quite a step up from Captain, isn't it?"
Jack's last statement, though, stopped Owen cold as he sat up again, the tears that had started to rim the edges of his eyes at remembering all of the hurt and betrayal that he'd felt as first hearing of Jack's defection spilling over as the old wound was reopened. "I already said... I didn't... If I had had any... We've already fucking DONE THIS!" Owen snapped.