I realize that everyone probably thought I'd forgotten all about this, or rather, that everyone else probably has forgotten all about this
Heh. I just figured you were like me and were standing around with your head in the sand, chanting "he's not really dead, he's not really dead." I'm only starting to be able to read John fic again.

The back of his mind calls it cowardice, calls the way his stomach tightens fear, reminds him of dogs he's seen, beat once too often.
Oh, God. This line is so perfect, that my own stomach clenched in recognition.

I am so glad to hear you will be continuing with this universe.