She wasn't a fool. She had even told her faithful wolf pet that putting together the Fused Shadow could result in something more powerful than either of their imaginings. She knew the stories. She knew the history. The abuse of grand magic and power twisted and pulled at the Twili turning them into what they were. Looking at herself was a reminder of that. Confronting Zant was another reminder. She would never become like him.

Never.

"Me," she parroted him, unsure of how to feel about such a pointed... accusation? How much truth was in it? "Power is neither good nor bad. The outcome depends on the person using it and what it's being used for." Power could be used for prosperity, just like magic. If one ruled the world like a tyrant, then it only made sense for the one to lose himself (or herself) to that power.

"I was doing what was necessary," she corrected him. "That's all. That was the only thing I wanted to do."