"Because there are two ways out of Torchwood. Oblivion and death. Neither of them are as reliable as I'd like. But I'm still here, and I still remember."
She pauses, her eyes wide and dark and far away.
the blood on the doctor's chest and the resurrection and all the
times salvation didn't come. rebirth with out renewal and the looming shadow of the dark pit.
memory forbidden rising again
"The end is where we start from. And I'm still here to remember. That's something, isn't it? It'll have to be enough."
There are only two ways out of Torchwood. And it hasn't let her go.
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