Okay so, I know it was ages ago but I went back and watched season 3 of Doctor Who and I re-watched The Face Of Bow dying, only this time knowing he was Jack. Heres how I feel...
I just watched an old friend die, for the second time. But the first time I didn't realise it was him. Then I found out who he was and I went back, I relived the moments with him and watched him die again. Looking at him and thinking, "Your great..." Then seeing him die for a great cause and thinking, "Your not great, your amazing, magnificent, fantastic." He gave his life for those people, he was in pain for 24 years for them, alone with one. I thought you could never die, you were killed so many times but you came back. And now I say goodbye old friend... Goodbye Jack.