Pyrrha knew how everyone saw John. She understood why they did. She didn't fault them. He could become everything everyone feared, as badly as they thought he was. It wasn't the only place he could go. If worst came to pass, Pyrrha would handle it.

It was hell of a lot less likely with people, without complete isolation, with being held responsible. With everything they had promised. "You should have seen the way he fought The Reckoning to try to save me," Pyrrha said warmly. It wasn't often John was the underdog. It hadn't changed her fate, but it meant the world to her that he had done it anyway. Regardless.