Johnny nods, marginally relieved that his guess was right. Though relief is all wrong. There's nothing good about this situation.

"Why," he says, not really a question, because why does the fuckin Rift do anything. "Why would it..." He cuts himself off in pained frustration. Daniel doesn't deserve this. When the Rift pulls shit on him, sure, fine, it's as expected, but not Daniel. Too fuckin late, anyhow.