Bridget walked away from the prime minister's office, blackly satisfied. She had ruined the man who ruined John Frobisher.
Loyalty over the job; a choice she had started to decide upon a day ago.
A stereotypical woman of her age, she had winced in distaste as the two Torchwood men staged an overly dramatic, slobbering death scene in front of the 456. Yet ...
Sacrifice. Everything over the last five days had been about sacrifice. The hardest sacrifice of all was the one you loved. Jack Harkness had proved that as he sat pale and silent in his prison cell, but so had the politicians in their tiny room when they automatically discounted their own children from the 456's demand.
So she sacrificed her job. Left her country in the arms of a woman who would have killed every underachieving child in Britain.
All for John.
For the record, the Janto scene still makes me want to cry.
Just felt she needed something. :)
x Maz x