The Legends had changed his life, and he'd changed theirs. John wasn't sure if it was for better or worse yet, but he knew that they weren't letting him go. He'd tried his best--started by annoying Sara way more than she deserved until she'd dragged him into their neat little found family of time traveling weird. He liked to think he could still change their minds, prove he wasn't worth it, but they were resilient. He'd probably have to get one of them killed before they believed him.
A horrible thought to carry, he recognized, glancing down at the glance in his hand. He hoped Ray wouldn't mind he'd already started pregaming. Ray didn't seem to mind much honestly, it was almost infuriating at times.
Constantine wasn't sure how this would go, but he knew that it was a talk that needed to be had.