Numb is possibly the best word to describe the way that Gwen's feeling just now, her face pale in the flickering light of the projector and eyes rimmed red from crying. All of the work she's done since that night, all of that trying to forget, and it was absolutely worthless. Still she'd been standing in the street, gaping at Jack with blood on her hands. Still she'd killed and man, and oh, wasn't it the sickest kind of torture to have to sit back and watch it happen, to know it was coming and not be able to stop it?
Numb is a very good word for this entire experience, yes. Were she not numb, she'd be going mad. Maybe she is anyway.
Fourth reel's on, and Gwen remembers this day, tries to remember what had become of it, but the moment the group of them leaves the Hub, leaves Ianto behind, she knows.
The voice behind her filters through after a delay, and Gwen whips around, eyes wide, and practically knocks over the couch in her haste to get over it's back to Ianto. "No!" she screams, and she's ranting already but can't keep herself from it. "No, no, no! Go back! GO BACK RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
Numb is a very good word for this entire experience, yes. Were she not numb, she'd be going mad. Maybe she is anyway.
Fourth reel's on, and Gwen remembers this day, tries to remember what had become of it, but the moment the group of them leaves the Hub, leaves Ianto behind, she knows.
The voice behind her filters through after a delay, and Gwen whips around, eyes wide, and practically knocks over the couch in her haste to get over it's back to Ianto. "No!" she screams, and she's ranting already but can't keep herself from it. "No, no, no! Go back! GO BACK RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
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