[There was admittedly nothing Eve could say about her past to make Persephone less angry. Though that does not make her less nervous. Especially when the Greek goddess hits the nail right on the head, calling to mind so many of Torneo's words. She freezes like a deer in headlights, chocolate forgotten.]

He didn't... create... [Deep breath, her voice quieter] Torneo spend a great deal of money on me. He made that very clear...

[So yes, Torneo did think he owned her. The product of his research funding... a living weapon. The idea that Eve might be human, let alone a human child seemed to not cross his mind. Truly the worst scum.]

Yes, Sven said something like that when he rescued me from that place. "People decide how to live their own lives."

I am free now. I am allowed to be free.

[And recalling Sven does seem to calm her down slightly, even with the heavy topic.]

...His life's research was burned to the ground in front of him. [Which really was the worst fate as far as that guy was concerned.] And... he is dead.

[She only knows thanks to existence of the Library records. Which she did not touch but now she knows.]