[It's literally only the fact that this man reminds him more of Charles than Dutch that keeps John from throwing himself to the raptors after hearing someone tell him to have a little more goddamn faith. Still, the branch under his right hand does loudly snap, forcing him to rebalance himself and thank what few lucky stars he's got that it was a hand branch and not a foot one. He tosses the broken stick away, and one of the raptors snaps hungrily at it as it falls. John scowls. This isn't going to be fun.]

I think you probably ain't the type of feller who'd just let a man drown, if he could do anything to stop it. [Whether or not Markus can do anything to stop it, well. They'll have to wait and see, won't they? It's not the most glowing endorsement, but the way John sees it, he's just being pragmatic. Wanting to do good doesn't mean shit until you can actually pull it off.]

So unless you see these bastards makin' any better offers, I'm with you. Now are we gonna do this, or are you planning on yapping about trust until we damn well get eaten?