Jon watches him, and knows with certainty she wouldn't go after Jon if she wanted to hurt him. He knows, without a doubt in his heart, she would find Martin again leave him a lifeless husk, just like her coworker. She would burn the only thing he really loved because that's what desolation really was. She would do that and Elias wouldn't blink an eye, would just tell him he had been warned.

It takes everything in Jon just to place his hand on Martin's back and continue to swallow down the bubbling panic. He wants to grab Martin and not let go. He wants to go back in time and tell himself not to god damn drag Martin into a relationship that would make him suffer like this.

He blinks rapidly, and when he speaks his voice is hoarse but firm. "It is not your fault. You're thinking that, aren't you? Martin, look at me. It is in no way your fault. You didn't send me to Perry, you didn't kill Michael Crew, you had absolutely nothing to do with this. If I wasn't with you she would have likely just burned my flat and killed everyone here. You were just- you didn't deserve this. Please. It's not your fault."