My subconscious? [Confusion now finds its way into his words and expression both. Not having lived through the time Gideon now speaks, there's no immediate reason why they should be in his subconscious--and especially not Sara (Captain!) and Jax. The method comes to mind within seconds: cognitive intrusion, and Rip frowns as he immediately begins to wonder not only how the team might know of the practice, but why they would feel a need to use it.]

Don't tell me anything else, Gideon. [The sternness to his words comes not from doubt, as she might think, but certainty. She speaks of his need to believe in himself, and yet he is entirely sure of what he says to her now.]

I need you to believe in me now. [He moves his hands to her shoulders, his grip tight, earnest. He ducks his head just enough to make up for the difference between them in height; Rip looks straight into her eyes, hoping to convince her of the truth of what he says.] Whatever you last remember, wherever you were--the ship, my subconscious, whatever--you aren't there now.

We've been pulled from our universe, and our timeline. I don't know what you're talking about, because I haven't experienced it yet. The last memory I have of home is when we were about to jump to Saint-Lo, France, to rescue Kendra and Carter from Savage.