"Willow," Martyris interjected, calmly putting a hand over hers, a face filled with empathy. "Sometimes, being good doesn't mean to forgive and forget those who wronged you. Sometimes it means not murdering those who wronged you. You have every right to be angry, to be sad, to feel what you feel, especially in the face of his blatantly shown disregard for what he has done to you and yours. The axe may forget, but the tree remembers. Feeling what you do after being hurt does not make you evil. It would be different if you tried to take revenge, but I have known you long enough to see that you would not do so; your choice to bring your real family with you shows as much. You do not want to even a score of an abused childhood, only to show what he has thrown away in blind hatred and ignorance. For that, you are not a bad person. Perhaps not the best you could be, but the best anyone can demand of you, including yourself," he finished, to a look of determination, sadness, and mellowed anger from Willow.