Ten does note Cassie's face but pretends he doesn't see that. His own remains old and tired. He mustn't snap at her. He doesn't want to harm her. He's so old now. He use to have so much mercy. He's swirling downwards so fast. Where's Rose? Where's Martha? Where's Jack? Where's Donna? He needs help, he knows he needs help but doesn't know how to ask for it.

Ten looks Wash straight in the eyes, unblinking and unafraid of that tone.

"And understand this. You sir. You are not my commanding officer."