Entrapta conceding that much is enough for Morgan to allow herself to relax, at least a little bit. She lets her hands drop to her side, one resting on her hip, and she turns away slightly with another sigh.

"Sure. That's always been some part of it, anyway. I wouldn't do the things I do if I didn't find them at least a little bit interesting. But that was never my sole motivation."

That one recording she'd seen of herself... The second, actually, which Alex had shown her in one of his many desperate bids to convince her that she just wasn't herself. The Morgan Yu on that tape. That woman with the devil-may-care attitude, negging her overly-cautious brother, excitedly demonstrating her newly obtained supernatural abilities while talking about uplifting humanity. She'd wanted to change the world. But for what reason? For fame? Glory? Had she actually wanted to help people, or had she wanted to change things for the benefit of herself, or her company, and her family?

That's the hardest thing about her condition. All these regrets, and she'll never know why she did all the horrible things that she did back on Talos. She can't even begin to understand what that Morgan must have felt, because after what she, this Morgan, had experienced? She can't think of a single thing that could possibly justify the atrocities unleashed by the typhon.