"Ensuring that Hell can't get to either of us" he replied. "Like I said earlier". He went to pick up the glass and paused, fingers tapping gently against the rim of the glass, fingers steepled over the top of it. John wanted to make sure Hells reach couldn't get to him most of all. That his damned soul had some chance of being saved just by sheer luck.
"I'm damned mate" he said, picking the glass up and holding it up to the light. "But you said it yourself. Don't stop fighting. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon" he paused. Maybe it was a bad idea. Trying to summon a Demon. But he needed to know. Why couldn't he just accept a peaceful life on the station? Perhaps because he got so close to salvation. He got so close to being forgiven, hadn't he? Manny would save his soul in the end, wouldn't he? Even though the rising darkness was far behind him, potentially in another universe, it still weighed heavily on his mind. Survivors guilt? Or just the fear or a damned man?
"I need to understand the rules this place is governed by. To understand needs knowledge and since no one will give me much, I need to experiment and find out on my own. Sit this one out if it's too much for you" he said, knocking back the drink. Another puff of his cigarette and he moved to stand up.