[She hears him out in silence, and it's a relief that he asks nothing in return.]

I understand. [Enough, anyway. She hesitates - she doesn't want to tell him everything, there's too much and it still hurts too much. But she can offer a little.]

My father wanted to wipe magic out, like it was a spot he could wash away. It must have pained him greatly, to discover he sired someone magical. I hope it did.

I've known those, who would use my kind as tools. I hope you pay him back in kind, one day.