"It's all right," the Doctor said. He didn't ask, he just reached out, pressing his fingertips to Jack's temple and pulling back that fresh pain. The Doctor knew about dying and coming back to life. He knew all about pain and torture, but this? This was something entirely new to him. He didn't know how this felt, he didn't know how empathize.

"You did what you thought was right," he said. His leg ached, but it was nothing to what Jack was feeling. His leg would be fine, this was...intense.

"Thought you were stopping me from destroying the world. Suppose I might've done the same in your place." He doubted he'd have used a gun, but he might've used force, if he thought it was necessary.