Lisa was dead, callously murdered.
Except that hadn’t been Lisa. Not because she’d stolen another woman’s body, but because not even her mind had been her own by then.
When had that changed? When had Lisa ceased being the woman he’d loved? When had she stopped fighting, fallen to the cybermind?
After Tanizaki helped her breathe on her own? Before? Had there even been anything left of her once the conversion began?
Ianto didn’t know.
One thing was certain; it hadn’t been Lisa rampaging through the Hub, but the thing that killed her.
Neutralising a threat.