I really fucking love this. This is like heroes remorse. We’ve traveled with Jack up to this point: met him when he was just a flippant con man, saw when he sacrificed himself for Rose and the Doctor, saw the moment became immortal, met him again when he was leader of Torchwood trying to follow the example he thought the Doctor set, and at the end of it all he’s at the end of CoE, he looks back at his sacrifices, and he says enough.
From hero, right back to coward.
And Jack is tired. He doesn’t see the point any more. He believes he’s a monster, that he will never be good enough. Believes he will always lose the people he loves, and probably because of his own actions. And so he runs, a man with literally all the time in the universe.
I have to reblog this again because a little bit of this description reminds me of Sam and I’m crying. The only difference is Sam ran away once and he’s always regretting it. Now if he ran it would be towards Death, so that he could stop hurting the people he loves too.
I think if Jack could run towards Death he would, but he can’t. (at least at this moment in time, I know, yes, Miracle Day) (Also, yes I’m reblogging again too)