Morph couldn't really defend himself. At least, not entirely. His head fell against the desk and he shrugged. Continuing looking down, he explained. "I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have worked with the Brotherhood and their God awful plan. But I couldn't leave Tabby in that situation." He sat up again, only to bury his face in his hands. "I'm a bad person, aren't I? The ends justify the means, doing anything to protect my friends. I think I would seriously do anything for you. That's wrong, isn't it?" But he just felt that the X-Men weren't doing enough. Some people were worth helping, damn the rest.