Now that I've a bit a bit of time. And, more importantly, cried, I feel somewhat better. And I have things to say that aren't bitter. Besides for Ianto's death, this was a fantastic episode in terms of the story. I was more creeped out than any other episode. The aliens were scary and a very real threat. I officially hate every single politician in that room. This season has been truly brilliant in terms of story-telling. Well paced, with fantastic characterizations. If feels very real while still maintaining some of the crackiness I love about the show.

And Ianto death scene really was beautiful. GDL and JB did a fantastic job with it. Ianto knew that he would eventually die while Jack lived on. And I think he accepted that. He just didn't want to be forgotten. And Jack won't forget him. I believe that, I truly. The scene in of itself was absolutely heartbreakingly lovely.

It's just the death that seems pointless. What purpose did it really serve, in terms of storytelling? Other than to cut out our hearts. Losing Owen and Tosh in one blow was more than enough to drive home the point that Torchwood team members nearly always die young. Killing Ianto for the same reason is overkill (literally). Especially this soon after. A couple of seasons later might have been acceptable, but this...

I'm going to need some more distance before I can accept Ianto's death. Tosh and Ianto. My two favorite characters. Goddamn you RTD.

That being said, I am definitely watching the finale tomorrow. I need to see how this ends. I've invested far too much emotion into this series (and this particular season) to just stop before seeing how it all ends. And I want to watch the fucker that killed Ianto die (the alien, not RTD).

And there's a part of me that still has hope that somehow, somehow Ianto comes back. I'm going to cling to that for now at least.