The lack of response was answer enough in regards to the fire, and though John didn't bother to say anything more Harlow could see when it set in that chilly mind and stuck. He didn't so much feel the betrayal like a stab to the heart or a blow to the gut, it was more an all over systemic feeling - like a full body head rush that made his vision spotty and his fingertips numb.
He scoffed at Harlow's words, and again the sound was as sharp as his movements, so familiar to Harlow that it seemed only days since he'd heard it last. "You give yourself too much credit. They're a pack of bumbling morons, with weak leadership if any at all," he dismissed the entirety of Sing Sing and Harlow and his own death, all at once.