I know. And you have every right to be.

I can swear up and down that they won't touch you, but I know that can't touch the memories of what they did to you.

[His voice has an edge to it with "what they did to you." Barely-contained rage. But he continues, softly.]

I might not be able to make all of that go away, but we're still here for you, okay? We love you. And you don't have to suffer this alone, not ever again.