"That's awful. I can't imagine how powerless you must have felt. To awake to the destruction of your family." Ava wipes her buttery hands off on her sweatpants. Words don't feel strong enough to undo all that pain and anger Demona must still carry.

"But... the actions of a few sick individuals. Isn't a reflection of all of us. I was taken and exploited by an organization of humans. As a young child. And I do hate most people. We can be cruel and petty. But not all, I promise."