"< you would be doing your family name a disservice, insulting the very idea of your father" >

He nodded slowly, letting her put the pieces together

"I wonder why is there even a cursed helmet? It's ugly looking too. Such an opulent-looking fashion disaster."

"< in a blast that would destroy civilization >"

"< so the truth is revealed. You hate John Constantine. I heard it. Thus, so did he >"

< of course. There is a way to seperate my bond> "What is it Nabu?" <Not that you'd get an opportunity to use it, John Constantine. It's not in your Fate to speak the Wizards name out loud> "Bollocks..."

"< We can speak with her. Explain her actions have consequences >"

"< it breaks his heart. He weeps. As does your grandfather >"

"< he was alone. Lost. Broken. He is none of those things now >"

John never intended to wear the helm He was looking at it to think. Think of Giovanni and what be would have done in his situation The ironic thing is Now he can ask him

"< It is Too Late young Lance >"

"< your father always did prefer actions over words. Perhaps he felt his words would fall on deaf ears >"

He almost laughed, raising a hand and sending him flying back

"< he hears you >"

"< if you wish to behead John Constantine >"

"omnipotent gods threaten the earth. Time travel disrupts the natural flow of time and beings from the multiverse blur the lines between worlds"

<"someone who's seen the end of time">

"< I'll give you one chance to walk away. Today is not supposed to be the day you die >"

"< he gave up on you >"

"< who said anything about getting rid of. I am saying as a man, he has given up on you>"