"...What? No. You just...sit there for now, alright? No talking." She sighed, and resisted the urge to gnaw at a fingernail. "I am-was-the head of Torchwood One. S'pose I should start from there, yeah?" And yes. She's counting his lack of protest as an agreement. At least enough that she believes the TARDIS won't just abandon her, even if he wants to. "After you...after the walls closed, I was left...standin' there. Don't know how long I stood there but...eventually, the survivors of the battle got close enough that I could hear them. Screamin' and fighting and..."

She shook her head, shoving away the memories. It wasn't a pretty spiral she'd fallen into, but she told him. All that she could bear to. Ordering the executions of the half-turned, shooting Lisa with Ianto's own weapon. Taking control and all the alien invasions she'd killed in where he'd have found a better way.

She avoided most of Jack's involvement, but she couldn't skip over it completely. She spoke of the Doctor who'd arrived and who'd she'd helped repair his equipment--the one who'd changed her DNA so that she could 'replace' her Doctor. Of the worlds she'd let burn, and the races that were extinguished because she knew no other way. Because she couldn't see fixed points.

By the time she'd finished, she couldn't bear to look up at him any longer. Not with the weapons she carried in the TARDIS, and all the blood on her hands. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm so, so sorry."