Ah. For them to stop being made is a much larger ask, John knows. Without being near as dedicated a scholar as Istredd himself, he understands that the demigods, or spawns as they are sometimes called, are just that. Born from the misdeeds of the gods themselves. John has never called one forth of his own, but he has been there when another has seen it as their own personal mission to hunt what they had spawned out of existence.

He offers his companion a softer, somewhat more knowing smile than before. Speaking of his years of experience with people, both mortal and god alike.

“I am afraid that being made into what we are did not strip us of what we were before,” he says, gently. “We are simply more powerful versions of ourselves, flaws and all. The demigods are proof of this.”