Jack didn't want to get upset. He didn't want more of that, any of that really. But hearing the Doctor speak, hearing him say those things, it cut away at him inside. His heart felt heavy, and he wondered if all he'd been was selfish.
He wanted to ask if living was that bad, but how could he? How after the last night? Because he knew how hard living could be. How painful.
"I guess I'm just selfish," he said quietly, sadly. He looked down and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. And he meant it, he truly meant it.
"I'm sorry if I took that from you. It wasn't my decision to make."
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Date: 2010-03-22 03:08 am (UTC)He wanted to ask if living was that bad, but how could he? How after the last night? Because he knew how hard living could be. How painful.
"I guess I'm just selfish," he said quietly, sadly. He looked down and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. And he meant it, he truly meant it.
"I'm sorry if I took that from you. It wasn't my decision to make."