She doesn't cry. She never cries. (That's a lie, and they both well know it.) But her laugh sounds suspiciously choked as she settles against his chest, her arms winding around him.

It isn't as if she's been particularly secretive about her fate prior to arriving on the station, or even the circumstances surrounding it, but Jack knows her. Perhaps more than anyone, he's in a position to understand. She'd do it all over again, give her life for the Doctor's. She already had, so many times, in so many different ways. But she would never have chosen the fate she'd been given, to be trapped in another prison, one she had no hope of escaping.

"It was always going to end this way. We both knew it." Her voice keeps its practiced lightness, but she's tucked herself back against him now so she can feel him breathing. "I'd been running toward it my whole life."