Callie took the option that didn't involve going over either of their pasts, she wouldn't appreciate anyone throwing her past out to people. She can't be shown as a story of how 'it gets better,' also she found most people didn't understand without living through something like it.

"We had New Rome, which we couldn't go to all the time, but it was there." She'd been on furlough, and more than a few quests. There was so much more space, so many more faces. It wasn't home, but it wasn't a summer camp. It was built for a life, a place to stay for the long haul. "Here they made a huge deal out of having a cafe for Valentine's Day? There were plenty of places to eat around Market Street. It takes the world ending to decide they need to be on guard year round? Camp Jupiter never felt so... shut in. You know?"