"... I know you had your reasons." He tries to take a step, and everything feels weird. So he grabs onto John's arm, trying to focus. "Let's get going." They have to get there, don't they? They don't... ugh.

"So you're saying... it might just be me. That's... great. How long is this going to take? But as for things trying to kill me..." He presses his free hand against his head, wincing. "Feels like I've already had things do that. But that didn't happen... but it feels like it did. What am I supposed to do, though? I can't fight." He's not sure if he would if he could. Sure, he can fire stuff off in CT, but that's not really going to hurt anyone.