"Like hell I'm just going to let this slide, Sulu!" Jack exclaimed, turning his anger on the other man there as well. "He's keeping himself from us! He's hiding and thinking about how this is going to be the end, and I'm supposed to just let it slide?! He knows that we would do anything for him, that we would find any sort of a cure to keep him here. Why the hell would you keep us from helping you, Ianto?" He turned, banging a fist against the wall. "After all this time, I thought that you'd changed. That you'd gotten more honest with me. But you were just conning me the whole way, weren't you?"

"Jack, please," Ianto said. "I... No. It's not like that. I. I mean, I lied to you about this, but. Not. Only this, I... I swear."

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you, Ianto," Jack said. "Give me one good reason why you would hide something like this from us."

"I..." Ianto stuttered. "I didn't want to worry you."

"So you were going to let yourself die instead?" Jack spat. "God, Ianto. I know you're sick, but you're not stupid. Why in the hell did you even think that keeping this from us would have been a good idea? You... Don't you even care about us at all? About me? Or was that a lie, too...?"

"Jack," Ianto ground out, chewing his lip, his eyebrows furrowing as Jack's words cut deep. "You're... You're not being fair."

"I'm not being fair?!" Jack exclaimed. "You weren't even going to tell us, were you?! You were just going to let it all happen, and then if we came here to find you dead again, at least we had this one month where we were fooled into thinking that everything was going to be okay. Is that what you thought? Is it?!"