"Well, I think that's probably the first time I've ever underestimated someone's age by that much," John chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. Different universe? Sure, easy to take. Immortals? Well, that was something a little different.
"That's certainly one helluva story you've got there," he admitted, finishing what was left in his glass. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it was bullshit."
He'd done his reading. He knew that, even without the transplants this galaxy had a history of people with special abilities and fantastic histories, that to him sounded like the science fiction movies he used to go to as a kid. Then again, he'd come from a world with not one, but two Artificial Intelligences. His years working with Harold and the Machine had unwittingly prepared him for his arrival in this universe; having lived in science fiction, it was a lot easier for him to accept the rest.
He let out a soft sigh, staring for a moment at the bottom of his empty tumbler, rocking it along its bottom edge against the counter. "I'm okay with dying," he finally told her. "I made my peace with that a long time ago. Hell, I've come close enough times that it's starting to feel comfortable."
With a small smile, he looked back up to Selene. "All this talk of saving the galaxy. You remind me of a friend."