What if I'm the witch? There are stories about me. They say I'm a monster.

[Normal men can't do what he does. Wouldn't, even if they could. At the very least, John's an animal. A beast who would gnaw off his own leg to survive, for no other reason than he's too wild, and stubborn, to die.]

Without her, I am. I'll hurt you, if I don't kill you first. It's what I do.