"What an unfortunate waste of potential. I had thought better of you." Thought better of, as in thought of more highly, or as in changed his mind? He can't remember what he meant, there's too much irrelevance, and he's suddenly virulently angry. Everything has been irrelevant for too long, that's the problem. And this dream is no different, incomprehensible as it is. From surroundings he wishes he could wipe away, to surroundings he doesn't recognise at all, and with a mental wrench he throws on the brakes. Except there was never a stopping point for him, was there, and it's just the console room, though never as Ianto had seen it. Gloomy, grieving or antagonistic by turns, and wrecked beyond belief.