One bad night is not the end
"When the servant girl saw him there, she said again to those standing around, “This fellow is one of them.” Again he denied it. After a little while, those standing near said to Peter, “Surely you are one of them, for you are a Galilean.” He began to call down curses, and he swore to them, “I don’t know this man you’re talking about.” Immediately the rooster crowed the second time. Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken to him: “Before the rooster crows twice you will disown me three times.” And he broke down and wept."
— Mark 14:69-72
When the arrest happened, the rest of the group scattered into the dark. Peter followed the arrest party back to the high priest's house. The hearing ran upstairs while he waited in the yard below. He sat at the guards' fire, where the light fell on his face. Hours earlier he had promised he would die sooner than fall away. The name he went by was not his birth name; Jesus had renamed him, and it meant rock. The person who set this off was a servant of that household, not one of the officials. He came from the north, and people in the capital could hear it in his accent. His last answer reached for the heaviest language available, so nobody would doubt him. The night was counted in four watches, and the watch beginning around midnight was named for that bird. Two mornings later, at the empty tomb, the message left for the group named him separately. The worst night of his life did not end his story with God.