Over the course of the three movies, Carol got to know her new compatriots. During this time, she asked the most important question of all.

"What is it you believe, exactly?"

"You mean personally or generally?" Blossom clarified.

"What's the difference?"

"One's culturally relevant. The other's nihilistic."

"Personally, then."

"We believe life is a painful, chaotic, meaningless mess."

"That part makes sense. What I don't get is, how did Townsville's most well-known and loved superheroes take such a bleak turn?"

"That's actually pretty simple to answer. As we got older, we realized how bizarre a lot of what we'd lived through was."

"What do you mean?"

"We discovered our powers the day after the professor created us. We accidentally destroyed a good chunk of the city. That was our first introduction to prejudice and fear."

"What happened?"

"We isolated ourselves to keep from causing any more harm. That's when we met Mojo for the first time. He tricked us into helping him try to level the city completely."

"Jesus..."

"The professor had the nerve to turn down his nose at us even though it was his fault we didn't know. We'd barely been born. How were we supposed to know what deception was? Worse still, he failed to mention Mojo's existence at all."

"I get the picture, but that doesn't explain the change."

"That was just the first drop in the bucket. We were exiled until we figured out how to use our powers properly. We thought things were fine for a little while, but eventually, we started noticing things that seemed off."

"Like what?"

"From time to time, the professor would have these random outbursts of anger that were completely unwarranted. We brought a cat home at one point that turned out to be a crook, but obviously we had no idea at the time. When we asked if we could keep him, the professor shouted at the top of his lungs about a similar experience he had when he was a kid. It wasn't until the police department deemed us old enough for detective work that everything started coming together..."

"What were you investigating?"

"Homicide, rape, and child abuse."

"So you're saying...Your entire childhood spent fighting crime was a lie...!?"

"We started noticing things going on outside our bubble of perceived security: politics, war, poverty and starvation, mass killings, mental illness rates - we got our first taste of what the world was really like, and we responded the only way we could think of to cope. We quit the department and went off the grid. We kept up on our original jobs, but nobody really saw much of us outside school for a while. With how strong we've gotten, most of those jobs are over as soon as they start."

"I don't blame you. Most people seem more depressed and miserable as they get older. That sense of awareness tends to drive people off the deep end."

"When you take a step back and really look at things from an objective point of view, not only does it seem more depressing, but boring, too. It feels like everything's become bland and corporatized. There's no fun or creativity in anything anymore, so in addition to all the bad in the world, the good's deteriorated into something unrecognizable. All these things came together, and we finally lost hope. Ironically, that was when we became truly free. Once life lost all meaning, we stopped caring and just did what we wanted. If things fell through, we could just end it and finally find some semblance of peace."

"A lifetime of forced civil servitude'll do that."

"Can you guess what the final nail in the coffin was?"

"What?"

"Watching people die. We used to do volunteer work taking care sick and injured people. They spent their whole lives trying to be upstanding members of society, and what did it amount to? The seconds ticked down and they just...Stopped existing..."

"I don't think I wanna hear any more..."

Blossom went silent. She didn't just know the feeling - she understood it.