"It is just another boring job. You catch things, you kill things, you make money. Same old, same old. Where's the adventure? I mean yeah, sure, you got the eye candy and everything. And props, really, you picked a sexy bunch and all but is it worth the whole day to day work bullshit?" John asked because he just didn't get it himself, he found the whole concept so baffling. How did people function like that? Together and everything. Working productively for good reasons. It didn't compute in his head.

"You say that like I think death is something to worry about," John remarked with a frown, head tilted because seriously? Why did Jack even sound concerned? So what if he died? He had a good life. He didn't exactly chase death nor did he want to but if it happened then, well, he'd deal. "Why do you say that like I plan to die? Look, it's not my intention to get myself killed but I'd happily die for the life I have. I fucking love it. Not my fault you've got an issue with it."

Rolling his eyes, John struggled up onto his feet, it took longer than he was proud of and his legs did have much sticking power but luckily, the wall helped. "You liked that life once too, you know? Not my fault you changed your mind mid-way through and became a fucking boy scout."