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[-watching children play in the park-]

They do. But as they grow, they lose that wonder, that belief in magic and that the devil under the bed is indeed real.

[A soft sigh.]

I would not have it thus, but such is not my place to question.

[John glances at him out of the corner of his eyes.]

And you're fine with that? He tells you to jump, you just do it?

[No hesitation in the answer.]

Yes.

Why?

Because, John. He is my Father. I am His son. It is my duty to obey, e'en as it is yours.

[That stings. His lips pull back in a grimace and he looks away.]

Yeah. Duty. Do his dirty work, get sent to Hell. Do Hell's dirty work, get sent to Hell. Not seeing much reason to obey.

[The rebuke is mild, gentle even, but nevertheless thunder rumbles overhead.]

Mind thy tongue, John Constantine. I will tell you thus, if only to ease a bit of your bitterness. I have plans for you.

[Someone else might have been duly chastened. But John's got nothing to lose, and it just provokes him.]

Or what? I get sent to Time Out?

[He takes a few steps away, sucks in a cloud of smoke, and then tosses the cigarette away.]

Got news for you, Michael. I've already seen my little corner of Hell. You get grace and I get that. Don't talk to me about my duty.

[Michael just turns to stare at him, that dark knowing gaze heavy and intense.]

Why art thou so eager to be damned? Is it the crutch which holds thee up, John? What if I were to remove it from thee, would thou be at peace or would thou wail as an aggrieved child because thou hast lost thy favorite toy?

Already am, aren't I? One mistake when I was a kid, and I've got the best seat in the house. Maybe it's all part of the plan. But it's your plan. His plan. Not mine.

Do you believe yourself above forgiveness, John Constantine? I think not. However, there is always payment for your sins, but that is a conversation for another time.

And you forget, His plans are my plans, for I follow His Order and Voice. And He has not forgotten you.

[Part of him wants to argue it. Part of him is so damn tired of arguing he just wants to drop it. After a moment, that's the part that wins.]

Yeah. So I hear.

[He lights another cigarette, takes in the park, and then starts to walk away. A few steps and he pauses to toss a farewell over his shoulder.]

Might want to invest in a TV. Makes watching a hell of a lot easier.

[Michael just chuckles darkly and lets him go, but they are not finished. No, not by a long shot.]

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