[At this, John stares at Logan, a flash of something genuine and worried in his eyes. He expected the question, but it doesn't make it any less difficult to answer. Because he left for a reason. A good reason. A reason that was more important than his hatred of this place and its holier than thou fucking principles. His jaw tightens.]

I go back, tail between my legs. Say I was tired of their fucking rules and not getting anything accomplished for an entire year. I tell them I came here for shelter and asylum, lied about changing how I felt, and so you placed me under house arrest and gave me a second chance like the idiots you are.

Just maybe then they won't think of a creative way to making an example of me.