Jack wasn't sure he was really looking at anything. Staring up at the time rotor but not really looking at it. His eyes felt blurred, but he knew that was just himself refusing to focus. An extra barrier from the world around him.
Still, the Doctor's words made him turn his head towards him, and find him on the floor. He took a step around, slow and lazy, and he put his fingertips against the Doctor's shoulder, just slightly.
"I should have got her out of there," he said. And then a pause. "This is all my fault."
All his own selfish fault. His own desperation to revive the Doctor and have him back. But if he never had then that woman would have lived. She'd have had her child and in a way? The Doctor would have lived on. But his blind desperation and selfish desire to undo what had been done, and bring the Doctor back, it had all led to this.
"I think I'm going to just..." he gestured a hand back towards the doorway. He needed to do something. He needed to fall apart. But not in front of him.
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Still, the Doctor's words made him turn his head towards him, and find him on the floor. He took a step around, slow and lazy, and he put his fingertips against the Doctor's shoulder, just slightly.
"I should have got her out of there," he said. And then a pause. "This is all my fault."
All his own selfish fault. His own desperation to revive the Doctor and have him back. But if he never had then that woman would have lived. She'd have had her child and in a way? The Doctor would have lived on. But his blind desperation and selfish desire to undo what had been done, and bring the Doctor back, it had all led to this.
"I think I'm going to just..." he gestured a hand back towards the doorway. He needed to do something. He needed to fall apart. But not in front of him.