There were two whole years of his life missing, two years during which he couldn't account for his whereabouts or actions, and he'd not yet succeeded in getting them back. At times it seemed insignificant compared to the moment, but at others he wondered and dreaded what he had done, questioning his morality and always fearing the worst. The way his stomach bottomed out was only a natural, instinctive response to the notion of sacrificing another memory -- but now for completely selfless reasons.
"No," Jack asserted fiercely, stepping up and positioning himself in front of the Doctor in a smooth, solid motion. "You can't have any of his memories. Ever. Take two of mine. Any you want, I don't care. Just not his." That was it, no second thoughts and he didn't so much as flinch. It was pure instinct and he didn't question it.
I wish I'd never met you, Doctor, I was much better off as a coward...
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:01 am (UTC)"No," Jack asserted fiercely, stepping up and positioning himself in front of the Doctor in a smooth, solid motion. "You can't have any of his memories. Ever. Take two of mine. Any you want, I don't care. Just not his." That was it, no second thoughts and he didn't so much as flinch. It was pure instinct and he didn't question it.
I wish I'd never met you, Doctor, I was much better off as a coward...