"It is," Ianto agrees. "It's his opinion. And the fact that he wasn't elected but born into it just makes him that much surer of it. I suspect his father is only putting fuel on the fire by keeping him estranged. He'll just want it that much more."

Ianto lives in Wales. Lived. Whatever. You don't need to tell him how useless a monarchy is. They've even got a prince and it's pretty much just a title to mark that that person isn't the King of England.

He takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before he replies, "There comes a point when you can only be so sensitive, and the line must be drawn. The fact is that if they are willing to work with a man who is threatening destruction upon an entire people, then they have made this into a business. And a dangerous one at that."

He glances across at the other man, studying him carefully before he says, with as much forcefulness as he can considering he's sat with a sandwich in one hand and an ice pack on his head, "We've got to put a stop to whatever they've planned, Jim. Or that's what I'm trying to do, anyway. I'm pretty fond of my little whole in the wall in Olympia, for all the fuss I've given you about it. I'm pretty sure I might actually die anyway, if you forced me to live in this humidity."