"Of course I fucking would," Owen spits, "but you've always pretended to be so much better than the rest of us lowly mortals, Jack Harkness. When it comes down to it, though, the rules never apply to the likes of you, just the rest of us. You couldn't leave Suzie, you couldn't leave me, and now you've got to save Ianto, because you can't stand to be hurt."

He drains the rest of his tumbler in one swift gulp, setting it back down on the table so forcefully that he's surprised it doesn't crack. "What even makes you think you'll remember when you go home? Shit, Jack, that's probably why this place makes us forget."