She listens to him for a moment, trying to figure out whatever gears are turning in that little head of his and wherever the finish line might have been. It was so him to assume that everything bad that happened to a person was his fault alone. The worst times of her life hadn't been with him, but without him. Then again, she also knew how that went. You could try to convince yourself otherwise all you'd like, but someone so much as stubs their big toe and you think it's your fault. In their case, it often was.

"Listen, I..." She lifts a hand to the side of her face, brushing a strand of dark, stray hair behind an ear. "Nowhere is ever completely safe and it..." She shakes her head a little, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, steadying herself before looking at him. "I've never stopped loving you, John, and I doubt I ever will, but that's not the point of what I'm saying. I want you to be happy."

She leans in, standing on the tips of her toes so she could gently bump her forehead against his. Eyes flickering up to his, the corners of Zatanna's lips quirk upward. "If you think I can make you happy, I'd like to try."