"We always think the worst of ourselves, don't we? There's no one we hate more. But there's also no one we know better."
A low chuckle meets John's words, inhuman eyes watching him. That old damned self-assured arrogance lays behind the sound. The one thing John Constantine always believes in is himself.
"You're not either, John. We'll be here forever. That is, if Hell keeps you alive. It may. Some swore they were even when they weren't. It plays tricks like that. Hell, that is. Gives you that glimmer of hope to take it away."
The demon pushes itself away from the wall, crossing the few steps between them to look into his own eyes. Of course it dares to cross into an exorcist's space, his own space.
"Or maybe I'm one last saving grace for you. A reminder not to give in to Hell. A prophecy. Who knows? Could be that shit whisky of theirs talking."
He lifts the hand not holding his cigarette to try to touch John's face if his living self allowed it.
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A low chuckle meets John's words, inhuman eyes watching him. That old damned self-assured arrogance lays behind the sound. The one thing John Constantine always believes in is himself.
"You're not either, John. We'll be here forever. That is, if Hell keeps you alive. It may. Some swore they were even when they weren't. It plays tricks like that. Hell, that is. Gives you that glimmer of hope to take it away."
The demon pushes itself away from the wall, crossing the few steps between them to look into his own eyes. Of course it dares to cross into an exorcist's space, his own space.
"Or maybe I'm one last saving grace for you. A reminder not to give in to Hell. A prophecy. Who knows? Could be that shit whisky of theirs talking."
He lifts the hand not holding his cigarette to try to touch John's face if his living self allowed it.
"I miss being me sometimes."