John stopped to look up at Loki with a quizical expression before shaking his head and turning his glance away. "Suppose that's one way of putting it" John replied, taking another drag from the cigarette before placing it between his lips and leaning back against the wall.
"So was that all you found?" he asked. "Thought you'd have a bit more insight than us mere mortals" he joked with a chuckle and a smirk. He reached up to pluck the cigarette from his mouth, smoke curling from between his lips as he exhaled. "This corruption's not going to be easy to get rid of. It's like a virus, a mould. It's spreads, it roots itself deep enough to be hard to shift and it shows little sign of dying. But it's more than that. It's worse, much worse than that. It's something that seems to permeate time, space... the spirit" he said, pausing when he realised he'd been rambling. "I need a bloody drink..."