That gets a soft chuckle from her, a little dark, a little wry. "O-oh believe me, I... I expected d-different from him. I expected more of m-me, of..." She gestures to herself - to that spike squirming in her skull, grinding through her brain. "Well. L-less humanity. No humanity. I... I t-think it was... he w-wasn't a person w-when he was changed. H-he was a zygote. H-had months w-without a brain. Months of silence. It... it's n-not like it's a repeatable experiment."

And then she giggles to herself because, well... turns out it was. Not all the factors. John here is very different. Even if he looks like Siffleur, there's a hesitancy to him, a sense of guilt maybe. It's hard to tell. Her hands come to her face and she covers it until the giggles stop, which they do thankfully before they spiral out of control. "O-oh... we all... we all are j-just who we are. Nothing m-more."