John didn't much think of himself as a victim either, even if objectively... he had started out that way, just a little abused kid who hadn't known better. But that had been a long time ago, and now any bad that came on him was John's own fault.
Even that particular story had been his own fault. Anyone who knew John for long enough and lived to talk about it could reference that Newcastle incident as proof for why Constantine was a bad idea.
He shrugged, flicking at the end of his cigarette in a fidget and leaning forward enough to rest lazy on the handle of the trolley as he pushed it. "I do what I can," he said. He did try, that was true. He'd always tried.
It wasn't a stupid question, in reality. It was perfectly smart, considering Carol was a beginner in all things demon. "I did, actually. Well. Her. I saved her soul anyway. Took a good ten years. Long story, though and I haven't drank nearly enough to keep on about my escapades."