Maximus hadn't said, exactly, that they were to travel together, but he certainly seemed to be going in the direction John had suggested, and he hadn't been before. John hefted his makeshift bag a little more firmly on his shoulders and followed, his strides lengthening as he slipped into rhythm.
"This would be one hell of an afterlife," he muttered, glancing sideways at the white-robed man who definitely wasn't quite a friend, but certainly someone John found it easy to respect. "Did you get your gifts from someone you've never met, too?"