John had failed to exorcise you years ago, he beat himself up over the failure over doing so. As much as he tried, he couldn't make it work. You were a teenager, he beat himself up mentally every day about it. He kept it up though, he wanted to fix what he had done while you were in his care.

He had just emerged from his room, it was early in the morning and he wasn't sure if you were awake or not. His steps were faint as his cross hung loosely from his wrist, gripping the cross tight.