Back home, having children was more a dream of Emma's than anything she'd planned for. When the world was constantly ending, it was hard to set aside time to raise children. Emma tried to think what she might have done, what she might have felt if she'd given birth to a child that hadn't had powers. She didn't exactly love human beings, as a general rule. "I'm sorry," Emma said suddenly. "If your world was anything like my own - and it sounds similar - it wasn't a place that children deserved to grow up in."
Lightly, she squeezed his knee. "Your parents love you. They might be too busy to say it or show it properly, but they do." A pause. "You deserved better than they gave you, but I'm positive they did the best they could."