"It's not you," the Doctor snapped. It wasn't Jack. Never Jack. "It's me. It's always me, even when I don't want it to be, no matter what comes in time and history, whenever there's bad, I'm there, somewhere. I'm always there! It's like the universe bends its evils towards me, and I can't stop it! Jack, I've tried, but I can't!"

There was a low growl, and the Doctor ran forward, pushing Jack to the ground as a many-eyed tentacle swiped down from the ceiling. The Nightmare Child was waking up. Waking up, and hungry for Jack's neverending life.

He wasn't the only one.

The Doctor reached out his arm and caught the manipulator. Jack wouldn't let the Doctor fire a gun, the Doctor wouldn't let Jack destroy a galaxy. Only one of them needed genocide on their shoulders. He pressed the button, sending them somewhere new.