"Brecon Beacons." Ianto turned and wedged his back into the corner and clasped his hands in front of him. These were painful memories. "Mainly for the helplessness I felt then and the helplessness I feel now. I was willing to give up my life to get Tosh out of there and I'm willing to do the same now, with everyone else here. No cannibals though. That's a plus. At least in the Beacons I knew who's head to bash. Here, I don't."
His back slid down the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. They were talking so things were progressing. Or, rather, Ianto was talking and Jack was listening. He still had to prove himself, but it was much better than being thrown out or bludgeoned over the head with something. "All I wanted, then, was for my stupid little life to mean something. It's why I did it, why I stayed." Ianto's head tipped back so that his gaze was lost somewhere up in the ceiling. He couldn't admit this and look at Jack. "And it's after all that mess, while I was high on opiates that I knew I was forgiven."