John nods, knowing he's much the same. On a daily basis, there are plenty of people he meets between working his cover job and the job he does for Finch, but even when he does befriend them, it's something built on a foundation of lies. Even here, he can't tell Eden who he really is or his real name, he can't tell her what he does or the things he's seen before.

"It gets harder as you get older, doesn't it?" he asks with a faint smile. "Work takes up more time, it's easier to find excuses to just head home at the end of the day." The people you love end up dying. John knows it sounds dramatic and so he doesn't say it, but he certainly feels it.