"No." His voice was dark, colored by his own inability to be close to people growing up simply because touching them was overwhelming. He didn't understand, couldn't, not fully, but he knew one thing for certain. She was wrong about what she deserved. Most people were.

He moved around her, willing her to look at him, though it was probably asking too much. "No, Illyana. What you deserved was to be a little girl, and you had that taken from you, and so much more. What you deserve is to be wanted and loved, just like everyone else. I know he made you do things you regret, probably horrible things, but he's a sodding demon, Illyana. That's what they do, and making you think that's all you were worth is just...one more way he controlled you."