Zatanna didn't think that was true. Even in her short time here, she wouldn't have imagined that John had caused this. But she knew him, almost as well as she knew herself, and she was not exactly surprised to hear that that was his theory. She lifted her hand and rested it on the side of his neck, her fingers brushing into his hair.
"John, if that's the case," she said. "The important thing is still that we find a way out. There's no reason to dwell on it."