"I agree." It was hard to dispute fact. The Pits' owner, whatever her real intentions here were, had an extremely checkered past. She was, of course, willing to forgive, but as far as She was concerned there was still a lot of prove here. Not least importantly, the way it would ultimately play out for the residents of Los Angeles. Those who thought it was too good to be true were most likely going to be vindicated.
"It's not pure evil. Healing isn't evil, and as bad as the intention might be, it's not hurting anyone. For now." She shook her head and stared at the crowd. "I only fear for what happens when the shine wears off. When the lustre fades and people step back and realise what they've done. Or when the gift is ripped away from right underneath their noses." She raised an eyebrow, imagining the possible scenarios in Her mind.
"Not to mention," she added, a small smirk coming to Her lips. "As if Heaven isn't lonely enough to begin with? And here this woman is... denying me its occupants and my children."