"That's true. I could have used stronger language." Lucy did know several creative insults, in various languages. She had heard them all used to describe the man over the years. It would have seemed wrong somehow to cruse in front of her newly found father or father impostor, when he was being so kind. "I'm glad he's not here." She frowned at the description of the man's games. Not as violent as in her time, but certainly psychologically cruel. She wouldn't want to be made to look like her worst enemy, which was the man. "That must have been the man's doing."
Lucy was tempted to ask him to train her, to treasure her, and to give her that sense of family. She smiled back. "That sounds amazing. I wish I could have seen it." She didn't believe she would ever have the chance. Doors to other places were things of the past. There was only the island. A part of her, deep down, suspected the man destroyed all the other worlds.
She looked up at his wings. She was more than ready. She was actually excited. She nodded. "Yes."