"She's my daughter," Jack snaps back at the Doctor, struggling with himself. "Alice, Doctor, she's my daughter."
The figure of Alice sneered at him, "Oh you might have fathered me but I'm not your daughter. You're nothing to me, you hear me? Nothing. I should have never trusted you. I should have never let you near me and my son."
Jack started to shake inside and he hoped it didn't show outside.
He felt glued to the spot and he wasn't sure if he could move at all until the Doctor's hand in his own snapped him free of it, and he managed to turn his head to the Doctor, looking at him as though he's surprised he's there.
"Yeah," he agree, swallowing to cover his hoarse voice. "Yeah."
With one more glance up to her, and one shake of the head, he gripped tight onto the Doctor's hand and turned back away, closing his eyes to the shouts behind him.
"He died because of you, Dad. You killed him. It's his blood on your hands."
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The figure of Alice sneered at him, "Oh you might have fathered me but I'm not your daughter. You're nothing to me, you hear me? Nothing. I should have never trusted you. I should have never let you near me and my son."
Jack started to shake inside and he hoped it didn't show outside.
He felt glued to the spot and he wasn't sure if he could move at all until the Doctor's hand in his own snapped him free of it, and he managed to turn his head to the Doctor, looking at him as though he's surprised he's there.
"Yeah," he agree, swallowing to cover his hoarse voice. "Yeah."
With one more glance up to her, and one shake of the head, he gripped tight onto the Doctor's hand and turned back away, closing his eyes to the shouts behind him.
"He died because of you, Dad. You killed him. It's his blood on your hands."