What a question. Daisy releases a long, slow breath through her nose and thunks her head back against the tree. She wishes she had some neat, compact, simple answer, but life has taught her that there's really no such thing. Not for anything.

"Everyday. I make the same choice. Every single day. Got this—" she laughs dryly at her own expense, "this mantra. Don't listen to the blood, listen to the quiet. Doesn't work when the worst hits. But it... helps. Helps remind me."

Helps with the panic attacks. Helps bury the urges that are still weak enough to bury. Helps keep herself sane when she feels like she's losing grip.

"And uh... people help." She almost sounds embarrassed, as she says it. Has to clear her throat before she continues on. "Erin, Max... they don't. Get it. Not completely. But I owe them. A lot. And— at home. There was another Avatar. Tried to keep each other reigned in. Best we could."

In the end, neither she nor Jon could stay out of their entity's grasp forever. Maybe they had never truly been out of them in the first place. Maybe it was always futile. But Daisy made a choice, at the end; let the Hunt take her, so she could save the few people in the world she cared about. And Jon... she's not sure what really happened to Jon, except that it ended with him at the centre of the Eye's new world.

But they tried. Against all odds, they tried. And Daisy's always been grateful for it. For how Jon wasn't Basira, didn't argue with her when she said she was done.

"...plus uh," she snorts, "helps that I've got two people who'll take me out. If I snap."