The miracle of medical resurrection - if that's what it actually is, and not some kind of extension of stasis they just aren't capable of detecting - here on the station unsettles Jim, and he doesn't expect Ianto to be wholly comforted by it. Especially now, with the state of Ysverai, such an immediate, horrific illustration of why dead things should stay dead. And so, talk of people giving their lives sounds just as significant as it would be without the postmortem fix.

(No one goes through it and is fine, even if it's fine. Jim knows.)

"We don't know yet." Jim doesn't shrug, it's not that simple, but there's still something determined in his tone despite the exhaustion. "Trying doesn't always pay off. Working, doing the right things, pushing to absolute extremes. Sometimes things just fall apart. And we find yourselves in a position where we have to decide if we're going to call it failure or if we're going to call what we do tomorrow Take Two."

Now, Jim does shrug. "You've asked me before about optimism. That kind of stubbornness is easy. This, getting up the day after, is the rough part."