I dont know how to deal with this...

[Darth Vader]

Jon would blink a few times in mixed disbelief and wariness as the demon-like creature would once again emerge from the boys back, getting close up to Jon. His shoulders would stiffen, yet his feet would stay locked in place, eyes merely widening a tad as his expression would drop. As the demon would introduce himself along with the boy in his behalf, Ragnarok and Crona, Jon would fall silent as the two would speak amongst eachother, letting out the faintest of sighs as Ragnarok would vanish once more, still looking just as puzzled.

Don't question it... the former Lord Commanders mind spoke for him. This wasn't his world he was in. This wasn't Westeros. Castle Black and the Wall were quite literally a world away from where he stood now.

As Crona would begin to speak, Jon would lower his gaze somewhat to look down at him, standing back to his full height of 5'8. "It's Jon... Snow" Jon would reply, speaking his surname with some hesitation. He could remember his own name, of course, but his head only got fuzzier as he mulled on the situation. Everything else was just blank to him.