John relaxed more completely and nodded, stepping to his sire's side and walking next to him, keeping perfect pace.
"I've always woken up feeling it before," he said, nodding slightly and looking ahead. "I'll know what to do now." It amde sense, after all. If he hadn't let himself get caught up in his own emotion he probably would have thought to try that himself, but there was no use dwelling on it now.
He was glad to hear Pamela was alive and well here too, though he hesitated when he learned there were two of them, and then frowned at Eric's description of his own doppleganger.
"Your blood made me, not his," he responded lowly. Even if he was compelled to obey the other Eric, he couldn't imagine the man could inspire his loyalty equally. Even the simple experience of one hellish place was enough of a shared memory to put the sire walking next to him before any other.
He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes to his sire, wondering what his feelings were on the matter. In his usual manner he'd only stated the facts. "I'll obey him after you, if you want me to."