There's a murmured name on his lips, but it isn't audible even to himself, and without her powers there's not many ways Madelyne would have understood it. And truth be told, John understands it even less.

"That would be... nice. Heh, funny that as much as I've been through, it takes a place like this to really get to me." The world at John's fingertips is quiet, and his voice sounds mournful. It's like he's an amputee now, without the steady stream of magic flowing through him. It's almost like it hurts.