Skwisgaar sighed and smiled then. It was entirely therapeutic to hear those words. It took him a while to sort his thoughts, and go through the many options he'd tried to get rid of that anger that he'd had about Servetta. "Uh. I wrote song after song to get that anger and darkness out of me. I poured it out of me every time I played. Every concert, every recording, it was a little more of that anger that I got out of me. That might not work for you, if you think of yourself as a princess and not as a knight, like you are." He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to roll his eyes at the mental image of Miniver in a big, flouncy dress, wearing a tiara.
"You want to get rid of it? You should be already. Aren't you two whole realities away from them? Aren't you thirty years into the future? You have now an entire family who loves you. A band so powerful that we can control the world that would rather see the whole world burn than see you hurt. A child that wants to be a part of your life, and my son, who looks up to you. Do you honestly think that you don't deserve that? That you didn't work for it and get it? Nothing comes to a person without reason, that's what I believe. The bar came to you because you deserved a way out. Pickles came to you because you deserved his love and support. I come to you because you deserve my admiration in being honest. You deserve your daughter, because you've needed her strength and beauty in your life for as long as I've known you. You deserve it all, Miniver. And the only thing holding you back from honestly believing that you deserve it is the one thing that can never, ever touch you again. That cunt bitch that I once called a mother is three realities in my past, and died with the first. Yours is gone. And all that anger and hate you've ever felt due to it is gone, too."
He looked over at one of the cases leaning against the wall. "You are not the product of your past. You are the force of your own will."