"Because he was useful, of course." Barty said it calmly as he watched Ianto. It was interesting to see him care this much. "You remember how you told him lies to ply him. Made false promises. Or, worse, sometimes you'd give him a treat, just so he'd pathetically hope for more. A bit of affection. A toy. Books, he always loved books. You remember, of course, you didn't care about him. You just needed him to be a good little puppet. Do what you want."

He could see Jakobus now as clearly as always. Always that little boy in his mind. Bloody nose and wide eyes, waiting to be saved. "You remember looking at him crying and trembling in fear and thinking that it's working. When you made him listen to the other's screams and he just begged for it to stop."