"You are worse. Have you looked at yourself?" Oh, but doesn't he hate his own reflection in the mirror? Everyone sees the mask, the charming pathological liar, the one with the devilish smile and saccharine promises. He sees everything he loathes about himself.

And just like that, John feels alone again. For a while, he'd hoped. But he can only hope so much before he slips and tumbles back down into that dark hole he likes to call home.

"You're not leaving. You know that, don't you?" He can waltz in and out wherever he likes, but. He wouldn't have stayed in any version of a place like this for two years if he could help it. Somehow, at some point, diverging timelines or whatever shit's gone wrong the way it tends to with time-travelling Legends, he's gone and fucked himself over real good. And undoing that isn't going to be nearly as simple as getting his soul back.