People didn't quite understand him. JC had learned that a long time ago. People never would be able to understand him either. When and where he was from, he had been adored and then reviled. Here, his name was a reason to hate more than to love. He was better off with Torchwood. He had seen that clearly long ago.
It didn't matter anyway. They had reached the children's section indeed, and with the books there were also a variety of toys, some odd and some mundane and boxes upon boxes of neatly labeled files with letter and number designation that Ianto had known by heart without needing a chest sheet.
JC ran his fingers over the books and Mohinder pulled a stuffed pink teddy bear down from the shelf. "Why are there toys?" he asked, turning the bear over to finger the pull string in the back.
"That particular item is a bit too risky to leave out in the open. It's a companion doll that is capable of complex conversation and emotional attachment. I don't recall what century it's from. The AI is pretty advanced."
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It didn't matter anyway. They had reached the children's section indeed, and with the books there were also a variety of toys, some odd and some mundane and boxes upon boxes of neatly labeled files with letter and number designation that Ianto had known by heart without needing a chest sheet.
JC ran his fingers over the books and Mohinder pulled a stuffed pink teddy bear down from the shelf. "Why are there toys?" he asked, turning the bear over to finger the pull string in the back.
"That particular item is a bit too risky to leave out in the open. It's a companion doll that is capable of complex conversation and emotional attachment. I don't recall what century it's from. The AI is pretty advanced."