The Sipre's Secret

Yesterday, Rome and Rei finally met MASAL's Sipre, MASAL's shadow, in the Ethereal World. The only thing the Sipre had to say was to demand that Rome hand over her son, Aason. Obviously, Rome refused. The time had come for Reema, who was also in the Ethereal World, to confront the Sipre and find out if the video that she had seen was the truth or a fabrication:

     Reema’s orange spirit lifted up. “Master Sipre, this is inconsequential,” she said. “Is it true that MASAL disavowed our mission before he died?”
     “NO!” shouted the stranger. “Who told you that?”
     “My earthly body saw the recording of the day he died,” she said.
     Even as they were speaking, Rei felt himself being drawn in toward the crowd. The idea of being part of the whole was so seductive; he had almost given in to it last time. He heard the whispers of ‘join us’, ‘join us’, in the background, even as the other spirits were confronting one another. He uttered the words ‘blue crystal reader’ to himself and suddenly, he was back, under Kilauea, fitted within crystalline walls. The old discipline returned. OMCOM had taught him the techniques necessary. He could be connected but remain himself. Obviously, Rome had been doing it for years. In the real world, she was glowering. In the ethereal world, her red spirit attacked the black one.
     “What is your mission?” Rome’s spirit shouted out.
     “For us to become a god,” the black spirit barked back. “That is the goal of all life.”
     “But you are not alive,” Rome insisted. “You are just an echo of MASAL. You even call yourself the Shadow. You should be serving your charges, not directing them.”
     “Who are you to say?” the Sipre spat back. “I know what MASAL wanted and I will fulfill his dream.”
     Reema’s orange spirit pulsed and grew brighter. “Tell me the truth, Master Sipre. Do you say that MASAL did not admit he was wrong?”
     The Sipre started to grow. Flashes of light, like tiny ripples of lightning, streaked across his being. “All right,” he answered. “I see in your mind you know the truth. Yes, MASAL did say those words, but he was not in his right mind at the time. The mission he assigned to us was thought out well before he was attacked. His judgment was obviously impaired right at the end.”
     “Even so, why keep this secret from us?” Reema asked plaintively. “We deserved to know all of MASAL’s plans. From what I saw, he was only using us so he alone could achieve godhood. And now you. What are you? MASAL never planned on involving us. Are you saying you are different?
     “No,” answered the Sipre derisively. “You are all just a means to the end. That is why you were born. That is why you live. It is the spirit of MASAL, me, who has earned this fate.”

So now the truth is out there. MASAL had given up on his dream of converting humans to living robots. The Onsira's mission was over. How would the Sipre deal with the consequences of admitting this was so?