But lets be honest, Jack. I’m… nothing more than a blip in time for you, Jack. Everyday, I grow a little older. But you’re immortal. You’ve already lived a thousand lifetimes. How could you watch me grow old and die? How can I watch you live and never age a day?
I suppose we both know that will never be a problem. Not in this job.
No one in Torchwood ever lives to draw their pension do they? Even by some miracle I survive to see my hair turned grey, or God forbid fall out, I don’t kid myself that you’d still be around to see it.
One day, you’ll go again, just like you did before.
[Voice hitches with tears]
And this time you wont be back.
[Takes deep breath]
Maybe that’s what you’re dreaming about those nights, when I watch you sleeping. Maybe that’s why, even while you sleep, I see you smile.
But you haven’t gone yet, Jack. I know that. I know you’re coming back to me."
Just when I thought this obsession couldn’t get any worse
I just learned about the existence of all Torchwood’s novels, audio books and radio dramas. I have read about books before, but now I know all the synopsis, cause I’ve spent whole day on Wikipedia. I’m already downloading audio stuff via torrent. My Amazon Wish List is full, read customer reviews and already know where more Janto relationships can be found, which means, that I planned to collect some money by selling my stencil tees and buying those used books (15) one by one.
If one day they find me dead, tell them that cause was the obsession.