"You gave extremely karmically appropriate punishments to a serial torturer and two psychopathic crime lords that wanted to mass murder all life on earth. And you were a little too loose with the lips and the hormones, whoop de freakin' doo."

Still holding onto her, he looked her in the eyes.

"You're nothing like your parents. Not even a bit. Look, your however-many-greats-grandma? Evil. It wasn't even like you just wished torture on her, you wished the harm she put out in the world on her. If she hadn't been such a horrible person, the spell would've just made it rain puppies or something. As for the Yorkes, what you did to them was perfectly fine, and you know why?"

He gave her shoulders a squeeze with his hands before pulling her back into a full blown hug again, face to face.

"They were willing to mass murder more people than Hitler. This isn't even like one of those internet arguments where someone unfairly compares someone to Hitler all heavy-handed trying to win the argument through the debate equivalent of a sledgehammer. It's actually a perfectly reasonable comparison. And did Hitler deserve worse than he got? Heck yeah. They were lucky that was all they got. They were worse than Nazis. They hated everybody and were so selfish they didn't care what happened to the whole world. Even without managing to, y'know, end all life on Earth, they still killed how many innocent people?"

He touched his forehead to hers, sifting through the context that he'd absorbed.

"How many innocent girls?"