In a way, our lives did depend on it. Being able to flirt my way out of a bad situation came in handy on more than one occasion on the Isle. And it helped us get some of the less rotten food, since I could sweet talk just about anyone into trading a kiss for a dented can or two.

[She shrugs, a faint scowl on her face.] I'm an adult now, so she should at least have the decency to tell me. Then I can choose what to do with the information. Even if my dad's awful, I'd rather know that. And if he's dead, I'd like to know that, too. There's only three villains on the Isle who might be bad enough that mom wouldn't want to tell me, but even then, two of them have other kids. So unless Chernabog's my father, I'm pretty sure I can handle the news.

That's... that's actually a sweet nickname for a kid. Definitely better than being an "evilette". If she really does think that she was doing what's best for you, it's kind of sweet. My mom's the same way. Even if she's completely wrong about what's best for me, she's trying.

All of us VKs were unplanned, I'm pretty sure. Maybe not Mal, since her parents were apparently trying to make a family work for a little while. Ruins and lack of electricity were normal for us all on the Isle.