God damn it. He will have to walk a thin line, if Levi is being asked to confirm or deny.

"I don't fucking know! I just— I stepped into the storm, and..." He was a masterful liar, once. And he remembers the look on Blake's face when she awoke to what she'd done, the look on Jack's face when he'd turned back to himself. John curls further in on himself to hide his weeping eyes, his voice gone genuinely brittle with pain and— and whatever else. Christ, what would Jack think of him now?

"I felt myself changing. The power, the anger. I, I grabbed him. I'm not going to fucking do it again, can we all put our goddamn guns away!" He coils tighter, growls a thin miserable rumble of sound, and peers out at them with ichor still streaming from the gaps in his pale mask. His eyes are a vivid too-bright gold that leave sunspots in their wake. "He got something in my eyes, I can't fucking see!"