Ianto put his hands over his ears and desperately tried to block it out. He didn't want to do that, why would he do that? It was so cruel. He was just a boy. And he didn't even remember his face or his name. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, no, you're lying! I don't do that! I've always just -- no." And despite his protests, it felt real, it felt like guilt that had always been crushing down upon him and he didn't know why he'd do it.

"Please, don't make me--" Remember? Believe? He wasn't sure. "I can't." He was just a boy. Why would he do that to be a boy?