"Dad....do you think it's permanent? What he did to me? Or was I--always like this? I killed people, and. And I enjoyed it. And I know I shouldn't say anything, not when you're--but I just--for a while, I really thought I could be human, and..."
Slowly, softly, he sighed. He supposed he knew this conversation was bound to happen. He wished it didn’t have to, though. That she never had to have been hurt. He would have liked her to never know a day, a single moment of pain. “I don’t.” A pause, a moment to think. “He hurt all of us, and made all of us do things we never would have done on our own. It’s not our fault. It’s not your fault.” Another pause and an exhale, accompanied by a faint smile. “You are...astounding, Vera. Your very being, your existence is remarkable. You have exceeded every one of my expectations, and you have become an extraordinary person. You can become anything you want to, and nothing he did to you will last if you don’t want it to. You’ll heal. We all will. You will be more than he ever thought you could be.”