He narrows his eyes, believing Cael even as his expression swells with suspicion. If this were a being sent specifically to trick him, surely he would be more subtle?

"The membrane between the two is growing thinner as we speak, mate. It wasn't always the case, though, I suppose from an objective standpoint there's a degree of evil in every place; and in every heart." Whether the man is taking him for a ride or not he's in the cab and careening down the road. It's almost like a dare to try and keep up. "So no, Atlanta isn't Hell. Not if I can help it. That's why I'm there. Or anywhere I'm needed." John glances around, is that why he's been called here? Perhaps not by an enemy, but even worse: God himself?