Yet, who we are and what we did mattered enough to land our asses in prison. Didn't it? What does a Lord of Time do to get himself into a place with the likes of the rest of us?
[ The idle chat that happens while Constantine is preparing rituals. It's messed up, really. ]
We're all inmates. Might as well share our grovel self-pity stories with one another. Or get matching tattoos.