Choice, or Lack Thereof
Does Jack know it kills me inside when he looks at me like that?
He wanted to save the space manatee. Does he think I didn't? It's my job to save lives.
By the time I arrived, it was too late. I euthanized it because I could smell its terror, and I couldn't save its life. Neither the alien nor I had any choice.
I listened to it wail and watched its thrashing. I stood beside it until its eyes closed for the last time.
When Jack pinned me with those accusing, sorrowful eyes, I felt like shit.
Fucking Harkness.