John crossed his arms over his chest and stared up at Zeus, a decidedly 'not impressed' expression on his face.

"By no fault of my own. I was quite content living my life. And don't say that it was a worthless life. It was my life and that's what mattered."

John Watson did not cower, John Watson did not beg. And he certainly didn't give a rats ass about the men in this room. He would stare them down until his dying breath. He would live and die on his terms, not these gods.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and throw some rather satisfying insults around, but just barely.