"Yeah I doubt you would," Jack snapped back, "after all, anything I do you pretty much always just throw it back in my face. Or hey, why don't we sit down and have a chat about your favourite topic: The Master. I'll get the snacks and we can settle in for the evening!"

And Jack never meant to address that, something that grated away. And he'd been willing to listen, he always had. He'd been willing to do anything for the Doctor and to him it felt as though it were constantly thrown back at him.

"Oh it's all suffering!" he said, throwing his hand. "You know that as well as I do. We just punctuate it with things that aren't because that's life. What's the point otherwise. You have to feel pleasure to feel pain. You just try and shut it out, all of it, and don't tell me you don't."