[It's pretty easy to keep to himself and he's been so disconnected - it's like a reset. It gets even worse when he realizes he can't use his abilities. It feels like being blind which causes an unnatural sense of discomfort. His body is still the same, still a big wall of plant matter.

He's always been logical. Despite the situation, he's still himself. This is just an adjustment and some people have demonstrated abilities. Perhaps with persuasion he can earn his abilities back? Is that even what I really want?

It didn't make any sense not to. Everyone knew him as the big green thing that lived in the woods and occasionally stepped out of the forest to help people forage for food. Nothing that he couldn't have done as a human.

Mired in his bitterness, he doesn't notice when the being pops up beside him, turning his head and opening his eyes wide.]

John?

[And he teleported. Constantine will know what's going on. He always knows. Somehow. It's annoying, it might be his salvation.

The monster stands.]

John Constantine I'm so glad to see you. I have no idea what's going on...

[pause] You have your abilities. I've been cut off from the green.