There's something in the way Hasibe says it that makes Mitchell pause. This isn't Bristol, he thinks. He's not Big Bad John any more. It's interesting to be freed of that expectation, but at the same time he's lived with it for so long. And in some ways, it still is who he is.

He briefly muses on whether there could be anything worse than what he's done over the years. Possibly not. Probably not. But there is the possibility for it having been matched. And that's new.

While he thinks, he turns heel and, in an almost dutiful fashion, follows after.