Hate was a small word to describe how John felt about you. You had left him for dead in Blackwater, you didn’t even look back. He had always had bad feelings about you, telling Dutch he didn’t trust you. 3 years had passed since that, he happened to be in Rhodes just like you.

Seeing you doing well while he had suffered only infuriated him more.

“Well look who it is” he said it with such spite