"No she shouldn't have!" Jon snaps, unable to stop himself. He's shaking rather visibly now, hand tight on the back of Martin's shirt, clutching it. "Killing you would not have spared them! She would have burned the whole damn place down and- lord, I don't know, sent me your god damned head on a spike! Desolation, the... the Lightless Flame, they feed their god suffering. If it wasn't us, if it wasn't you, if god damned Daisy hadn't shot Michael Crew's comatose body it would just be another building, another family with- with children."

He takes a deep breath, still shaking, and swallows. "You... we keep going. We try to stop them where we can. It's all we can do."