"So you did know it would happen." John's tone is grimly displeased. He thinks he is entitled to that much: it's been a long fucking night. His mind does not require sleep as a human's might, but all beings need rest. After the transformation, he feels exhausted in a way he has never learned to name.

But Jack has already apologized. Twice now, in fact. It is evident that he ran because he didn't wish to harm John in the throes of transformation, even if that meant charging out into a monster-ridden landscape without a human mind to navigate it. That seems... rather noble.

"You intended to hide your curse," John concludes, dropping back to weariness. "And to restrain yourself alone?"