This was a game he was familiar with, although it hadn't been resurrected in a while. He laid a reverent kiss on Jack's chest before to took the knife to it. Without sign of squeamishness he carved, just deep enough to draw a few drops of blood, the names in an interlocking pattern.
Swirling around the, he added in Gallifreyian.
I was bent over My chest an invisible line Sinking But then the light The lamp that I held In my blistered hands You the fuel and Me the fool for not noticing