Not an insult? Well, if that's what she wanted to tell herself.

The later question, though she had only recently, from her perspective, tried to get that exact revenge-

If it's true- if I am your mother- then I'm sorry I didn't love you enough.

Rrgh. She ignores the intrusive memory and focuses on the question, but there's another flicker of frustration on her face.

"Why can't it be power, exactly? Perhaps I simply haven't yet found an opportunity to my liking. And I sincerely doubt dear mother is even alive anymore."