Midnite wonders why he's not more surprised that it's just him and John, in the end. Perhaps it's simply that everything he never truly expected to happen has already come to pass.
"The end," John says, his tone that of a prophet, "is really fucking neigh. Got a light?"
Man's taken up smoking again, apparently. Well. Who wouldn't? Midnite's got only one cigar left himself – for a special occasion. This isn't it.
"Thanks." John starts coughing the moment he inhales. Unhealthy living, no doubt.
"No more heroics?"
John stares out at the flames. "Who wants to be a hero anymore?"
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World On Fire, Constantine, Midnite & John (prompt 2)
Date: 2011-10-11 01:17 pm (UTC)"The end," John says, his tone that of a prophet, "is really fucking neigh. Got a light?"
Man's taken up smoking again, apparently. Well. Who wouldn't? Midnite's got only one cigar left himself – for a special occasion. This isn't it.
"Thanks." John starts coughing the moment he inhales. Unhealthy living, no doubt.
"No more heroics?"
John stares out at the flames. "Who wants to be a hero anymore?"