On the matter of trust

Trust is hard.

I should’ve learned it long, long time ago. My previous job wasn’t exactly trust-rich and I had a suspiction, that it was one of the factors of my failure. In depths of my heart I wanted to believe, I want it other way this time.

Impossible.

I am what I am, what had I expected?

They are, what they are.

And, above all, we are (ta-dah!) Torchwood. There is no trust, no honesty among as. There can’t be. You need to put it back to your pocket, Becca. Trust is like God: a glorius idea, nothing more.

Ok, I was also the one, who broke Erik’s trust. He in return broke our. Shame.

We have a girl that is dead/never existed. That is painful, but won’t cost us our lives. Jenny didn’t make it. Jenny perished. That could be our fault, although we tried so hard: that could also be just an unfortunate coincidence. Time is tricky bastard. Would be, if it were a person...

(I must admit, I would rather enjoyed the stay in ’44. If not Jenny...)

We have a woman imprisoned. We could have avoided it, but, no, no, no, she was to dangerous to let her go! Seriously! Her suspicious employers, who will seek her now weren’t spying on Naomi, no, really... and they wouldn’t notice disappearance of their boss’ (If he is a boss here... I rather doubt it. I suspect the woman...) secretary. No, really. Yeah, that’s the trust thing.

I confess, I did a little this time. I should have. It could have been other way. Well, maybe we didn’t fuck everything up yet...

I learned about the myth behind Institute’s origin and I really wondered: why do both Torchwood and UNIT believe there are the acts of THE SAME BEING behind almost everything?