Genevieve gave a small nod. She appreciated the honesty. It might not be her favourite words but she would take them over a sweet lie any day. No one was purely altruistic. "Smug asshole... I've heard the same thing said about my father," she smiled at this. She had only ever had stories but she treasured the ones she had. Her parents were something she was proud of, just like her Mum.
"But he's not the only one who needs to heal. We both do. Neither of us had the comfort of having grown up sheltered. We have been through trauma since the days of our childhood and it's never calmed down. It shapes you when it is all you have ever known." She looked up at Bryn. "Even though I sometimes disagree with him, I understand him. I think-" or maybe she just hoped "- that we understand each other more than most people do."