"Fair enough, I suppose. It just bothers me...why on Earth would my name have become a word for a twisted, broken child? And if your God is as involved with your world as your language suggests--"
"They are from what she's told me."
"Then why are they even a thing? It doesn't make sense. Anna had plenty of problems when she was a baby and no one said boo when I fixed them, and that's in a world where people are encouraged to take it on faith that my Father even exists.
Hmm. Bar, is there any way--a room, perhaps, that you could vouch that I couldn't get to the door from there before Isabella noticed and shut the door to her world?"