Sitting on the SUV’s tailgate, mind whirling and body aching, Ianto was almost glad of the pain; it reminded him he was alive. He was surprised to be glad about that.
When Lisa died, he’d believed he had nothing left to live for. Now he was starting to think he’d been wrong about that, and a lot of other things too.
Jack wasn’t a monster after all, just a man dedicated to defending his team and humanity from alien threats.
Perhaps the real monsters were humans themselves, the ones who preyed on their own kind.
It was a sobering thought.