The way Noah talks about it, Ianto wonders if he's been a ghost for a long time. He certainly seems resigned about his fate, and Ianto has a lot of questions he'd love to ask, about dying and what comes after, but that seems very rude. Especially considering Noah came here to help him.

He curls onto his side so he can see Noah better, blinking at his soft, kind face.

"I've had this nightmare a few times in the last few months," he says. "They started before I came here, but only just. And I... I don't know what they mean," he goes on , trying not too think too hard about the images in his head. They're so awful.

"I'm... Hurting people. Women, mostly, but sometimes others. And they're always helpless, and I'm just..." He takes a breath, his eyes moving away for a moment before he turns them back to Noah's face. "I want to hurt them. That's all I want."