[John isn't sure what he was expecting here. It started out pretty calm. But as soon as he mentioned something about dying, his alternate self performed the fastest change in demeanor he had seen in his short life. He guesses it was warranted. From the look of it they were from two separate time periods all together- and he remembers. Before the game he had this endless amount of optimism. Not that it was necessarily crushed beyond repair. But it's hard ot be optimistic when you're stuck on a ship with your ecto-sister and a bird version of your best friend. Not that he would ever forget Nannasprite as well. Needless to say cabin fever set in.

But he can't think about such trivial things right now. The way his alternate self is looking at him reads in an almost unnatural way. He goes to speak up, and decides against it. No he needs to shut his big trap and listen right now. Little John is right. Ruana isn't going to have her way, all the hard work everyone has put into this.

John recoils again, he didn't expect that. Those were definitely a set of daunting words, etched right into the other's skin. He assumes this is from the same mistake the arm scars came from.]

There has to be something beyond here. I get what you're saying man.

["Everyone will live in the tower forever".]

You really know how to leave a guy near speechless. I wasn't expecting all that. But I swear, on everything that we were riding on back home. If I ever mention anything about dying, or show any sense of not believe what you just told me. You have full permission to flying jump kick me in the face.

I have your back man. [He thinks about that for a moment. Of course John knows he has his back!] Correction. I have everyone's backs. We all have one common goal right now.