[ John's never died before — never been hunted down and killed by a sentinel made to do just that to their kind. He may have done some shitty things in his life, but he doesn't deserve that. Something like that wouldn't happen to him. It just... wouldn't. ]

I didn't.

[ Not that Scott argued there, he just. Feels the need to say it. ]

So what if I woke up naked in the tub? Alone. [ He continues, fingers clutching tight a the sheet around him. ] That's just— it's just another day here. Shit like that happens all the time. Sentinels or not. Weird shit. It's fine.