Ianto nodded. "Well. There were two of them. And the other one, it... It brought people back for good. But not the way the first glove did. The first one brought them back alive. This one..." Ianto shifted, moving a little closer still to Sulu. "This one brought him back dead. He. He was literally undead. He couldn't drink, he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep or heal or anything, and. We all remember that happening. We can't keep that from happening to him, when it's already done. The only thing..."

He trailed off and sighed, heavily, before continuing. "The only thing that I can think of to possibly save him would be. The second time. The time he died for good. He was shut into a nuclear power plant's lockdown. We never found a body, because, well. There was nothing to find. Everything inside the place dissolved. If we could somehow..."

But Ianto shook his head, stopping that train of thought. "Nevermind," he said. "It's. I should speak to Jack about it. See what he thinks about all of this. That'd be a whole lot more useful than sitting here, whining to you about it." He took another large sip of his wine.