The truth about John's world is this: he could be a cool lone wolf right about now, striking out on his own, probably living in some shack that used to be some movie studio sign. But while he's always had a complicated relationship with authority, the reality is that he tends to fall in line when that authority praises him -- and Cassandra had cooed at him while she stuck her fingers in his brain, called him a good soldier and you could burn down the world if you wanted. He knows this about himself only in the haziest, most unacknowledged of ways, and so he's doomed to never admit it or change the better.
So, he's forced to contemplate the idea of bringing Bobby to Cassandra.
"Yep. Hi again," he drawls, and doesn't spare any time introducing Bobby to the concept of the multiverse and all the shit that entails. "Looks like you either fucked up the timeline or were about to. Third option is that you were just pruned because you're useless."
(He doesn't think the third option is the right one. Bobby's many things, but useless he is not.)
John pulls down his face-scarf, revealing an amused little smirk. "Congrats, popsicle. Maybe you've got more rebel in you than I thought."
DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT
So, he's forced to contemplate the idea of bringing Bobby to Cassandra.
"Yep. Hi again," he drawls, and doesn't spare any time introducing Bobby to the concept of the multiverse and all the shit that entails. "Looks like you either fucked up the timeline or were about to. Third option is that you were just pruned because you're useless."
(He doesn't think the third option is the right one. Bobby's many things, but useless he is not.)
John pulls down his face-scarf, revealing an amused little smirk. "Congrats, popsicle. Maybe you've got more rebel in you than I thought."