They nod along while Natalia explains infosec to them, and they actually really appreciate it, but they doubt they'll actually retain most of this tomorrow which sucks that they already know how their brain will react. Stupid. Awful.

"We aren't gods," they decide to tackle instead of focusing on their traitorous and miserable thoughts. "We're people with magic powers and that doesn't make us any better or worse than anyone else. Especially when we don't know how many others there might be. I just helped Nautis sort through a bunch of data and she's still not done—who knows how much more there is? How many other people are still waiting to be woken up?"

This is a much easier conversation to have than to focus, at least outwardly, on how badly they'd screwed up.