Tim's breathing hitches, just quietly, because he knows.

He Knew.

No-one else there could have done it. None of them would even have been able to know what they were searching for. And Tim couldn't, not when he was running the show. It's just a miracle that Jacobi still had the Hunt left in him.

His breathing becomes shallower, faster, and he lets his hand slip down to cover his face again.

"Wasn't fair to make you."