It's good to have advice. After Jessica, there had been no one for John to turn to, his parents dead, the CIA having just tried to kill him, his contacts all under the impression he'd been wiped out. He had been, for the first time in his life, utterly alone. After Carter he'd tried to act as if he was alone, as if no one else had lost her and that had been a mistake. It would be a mistake here, too.

He nods, then lets out a sigh and rubs his hand over his face before he smiles over at her.

"I'm always a fan of shooting things," he says. Finch had indulged that, he'd bought weapons for John no man in his position could possibly need and while that had stopped once they'd come to Darrow, his money no longer available to him, John will never forget that.

"My mission was always to protect him," he says suddenly. "That's what the Machine gave to me. Protect Harold above all else." And now he can't.