"You don't understand!" Ianto yelled, childishly, yet the walls of the warehouse seemed to shake with it. "You," he spat. "You grew up in an orphanage, you couldn't tell people about SEES, but you fought monsters, you did. Your boyfriend may be homeless, but that's his own choice--he could just as easily live with you or your friends. Even here, you're still on the front lines, fighting against evil. You were bloody invited in with open arms." He laughed bitterly, standing up from his crate.

"Cer i'r diawl!" he fumed. "I fought for this job, long and hard! And where did I end up? The janitor, the tea boy, the boss's bloody rent boy for Christ's sake! Nothing to my name but a disappointed family and a man that will eventually move on and forget me! No!"

((Welsh = "go to hell"))