[Ianto shrugs slightly. There's no delicate way to tell someone that he'd been dead before he'd come here, and so to death he'd returned. Or wherever the hell he'd gone, when he'd sealed Siriath away. Had it been Hell, he wonders. The land of ghosts.]
I don't have much of a story to tell, I'm afraid. [He tries to keep it neutral.]
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I don't have much of a story to tell, I'm afraid. [He tries to keep it neutral.]