"You made mistakes," she said. "You were a rather horrid child, raised in a rather horrid environment. When a terrible, powerful man came to know your weaknesses, he used them against you. What little power you had, you used to resist when you could. And now? As an adult, with your own power, and your freedom?" She dug her fingers deeper into his hair, holding his gaze to hers. "You are learning. You are kind, and caring, and proud, and ambitious, and you’re bringing your light to the world whether they want it or not." She grinned sharply, remembering the audience’s reaction to their keynote speech. "The world may not forgive you, of course. But I hope they do, eventually. I already have."