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[oldhound]

spoiler warning: John Constantine has never been the bigger person in his life. Ever.

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[oldhound]

Just cause it can be doesn't mean it should be or has to be. [ Constantine isn't so foolish as to hope that there's the potential for them putting aside their differences here. At least not between himself and Maul. He snorts indelicately: ] It's my job back home to deal with monsters in whatever form they come in. The rest depends on the day.

[ Where John was used to living a life where those in power make sure to step on the little guy. To keep them cowed and under heel. Stop them mouthing off and in line. Crushed. Beaten. He's never taken well to that kind of thing, ask Thomas Constantine why. ]

So have I. Look at us with something in common. [ They've been working on the magic together but it's difficult. Magic in Deerington, suddenly bereft of it here, including blood magic. He's not sure if it's genuinely been taken from her or if it's some kind of mental block. ] You seem to have found a friend in her.

It means you've likely found some others. You willing to lose that because your brother doesn't give a toss about your feelings? Cause that's likely what it'll come down to one way or another.

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But that's the way it is. [He wasn't against peace talks, and he had solved many disputes in his village with words. Sometimes a quick punch, kick or elbow would lead to the quickest resolution rather than platitudes.] Where I'm from, I was called a monster on many occasions. What definition of monster do you have?

[John did come across as a protector of sorts, so it made sense that the human had taken the opportunity to do just that. The guy did seem to refuse to take crap from anyone, which earned his respect on some level. He was from a culture were weakness was frowned upon.

He frowned at the word 'friend', shaking his head.] I don't have friends. Humans seem to form loose bonds they call friendship easily, but that's not the Nightbrother way.

[He was gradually warming to the notion of friends, but it was still something he considered strange. It wasn't as if he had previously made the kind of bonds with humans this close before. He was still figuring it out. There were plenty of mental and emotional scars of his upbringing that restricted admittance to something of more than a partial alliance, even if what he had with Willow would be considered friendship by everyone else.]

For my brother, I'm willing to give everything. Everyone may turn away from him, but that will never be me. I am his blood. [He swore he'd protect his brother, and yes, part of that was the spell that had been cast on him and still remained in tangible ways to his thinking, but Maul had always been someone he would give his all for.]