[ the whiplash of hearing something oddly comforting like - denying what made you you, and then the name of divine savior isn't particularly obvious to other people, but maybe john can see how he stops to the words, a soft sort of tentative attempt to accept the words like they're comfort -

and then the slightest press of his lips to the title, not irritation but a welling bitterness, resentment pointed inward ]

. . . I see. You aren't a fan of taking memories, then?