For a long time this man was devoid of any feeling, any emotion. He was a senseless killing machine who didn't flinch a single nerve in his face when his wife was being slaughtered in front of him. Until he started missing his Prozium doses. He was the one who helped the rebels, and ensured a successful uprising.

On his way to the rebellion, he met you, a rebel woman he captured and fell in love with. While you were in custody preparing for cremation, he carried a ribbon smelling of your perfume in his pocket and sniffed it when no one was looking.

On the day of your cremation, he ran, ran like hell, sweeping everyone in his path to get to you and stop the burning. And he succeeded.

When it seemed to be over and the theocratic totalitarian regime was ended, power fell into his hands, into the hands of the rebels. He became one of the leaders of Libria.

One night, as his children Robbie and Lisa slept in their room, you were both in his bedroom, since you had moved into his apartment. You were lying on the bed, John lay on top of you and kissed your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your body. He could finally whisper the words into your skin without fear, "I love you...I love you so much..." his voice was strained and his hands felt like they were clinging to you. He wasn't used to experiencing such a range of emotions yet.