Catra! [ She yells, stepping forward instinctively, like Catra might disappear if Adora doesn't chase after her. ] Catra, it's me. It's Adora.

[ Not an enemy, or someone to be feared. Adora lowers her sword, trying her best to look as unintimidating as possible, even if that's not the easiest thing in the world when you're practically a giant. The only thing she can think is please don't hate me, over and over again, like a mantra, hoping that she's made the right choice. ]

I heard a voice when I touched the sword. It told me what to say, and then — this happened. [ She gestures at herself with her free hand. ] It freaked me out too at first, but you don't have to be scared. I'm not a monster.