On the one hand, John is a little relieved this isn't his memory.
On the other hand, he has no idea what the hell is going on.
He goes to lift the assault rifle he had in his hands and finds that now it's gone, because of course it is. Because it wasn't real. He lets out a growl of frustration, his eyes flicking from Jack to Ianto.
"Ianto," he manages, "who the hell are these people?"
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On the one hand, John is a little relieved this isn't his memory.
On the other hand, he has no idea what the hell is going on.
He goes to lift the assault rifle he had in his hands and finds that now it's gone, because of course it is. Because it wasn't real. He lets out a growl of frustration, his eyes flicking from Jack to Ianto.
"Ianto," he manages, "who the hell are these people?"
Some context would be brilliant about now.