He couldn't quite explain it, but John felt his own connection to this place, the pyramids. A war to defend their home but things happened and they were cursed, like John. Living a life that was no life, he had survived but at what cost? He would never forget what happened to him the faces of those masochists who gleefully applied unspeakable torments to their captives. The worst thing about it all they won, they had stripped him of his humanity his emotions his rather easy going friendly nature, his sense of humour. Even the card games that he ran was utilitarian, it was simply a way to fill in time.
Everything that made him special and unique had been ripped away from him that day it left him an empty shell, without fear, without favour but there was something he left with. After seeing the worst of humanity when it is left without boundaries he found refuge in the strict rules and procedures in war and in life. Psychologists said it was a method to take control, to enforce some order where there was none.
It was hard to explain but in that rain he was truly glad, something that had not happened for 6 years, 10 months 13 days and 10 hrs. There was a spark of life. Sure it wasn't much but it was enough, if taken care of and fed perhaps one day he would have the life he'd missed out on, the life that he and his four squad mates deserved. It would take a long while but there was light and there was hope. He could vaguely someone saying something, a quote by someone famous he had no idea of the specifics but the words floated through his mind... “while there is hope there is life” and now finally he has a life to lead once more.
Perhaps the single most ironic thing was his faith, he had already lapsed as a Catholic from before all this had happened, who would of thought that such an act could eventually lead him to finding his faith once more, he had tentatively made the steps back to the fold but the case only re-affirmed the existence of the spiritual realm and the place of demons and evil and as a result he was more confident about his faith than he'd ever been before.
John had made big steps in dealing with his issues during this case but he was far from being healed, it would take work and a lot of time and there were something that could never be healed but he was going to come through this, perhaps even stronger than he came out and that he knew.
As for the people and the Journey back, Sofiya had an innocence about her, which resulted in some time being uncomfortable during her bathing requirement. John averted his gaze as they took to the water, he would not join them,not yet anyway, despite an acknowledgement of just how badly he probably smelled.
John would keep quiet on the trip back, including on them riding the Antichrist back to El Cuyo merely looking out the window as things passed by. Somehow it was hard to say for what reason but everything seemed, brighter. Perhaps it was some lingering affects of the rain back at the Pyramids or he's still getting down from an adrenaline high whatever the reason, soon he was back at El Cuyo and the following day he'd disappeared out of El Cuyo heading out the direction he entered.