I see. Well, your hunt is going to earn you powerful enemies, so I hope you're prepared. The pendulum will swing the other way eventually; it always does.

[ he reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out the little bead, pinching it between his thumb and index finger as he holds it up to one white-ringed eye to inspect it. john already knows what's going to happen if he tries to channel energy into it. with a shrug, he flicks the iliachtida away, the bead bouncing off somewhere in the tangle of roots making up the floor. ]

The King Undying doesn't run from the likes of you. Go on.

[ he looks up at her, standing fully in his presence as the man who became God and the God who became man for the first time since he's been in kenos. he has no power here and is a fraction of her size and weight, but his 'presence' within the fluid nature of Communion in this place shifts even though physically he remains the same. it is the connection of souls, after all, and john's is something twisted and inhuman. there is a wrongness about him to suit his eyes. ]

Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me in one shot.