'Nothing bad'? [There is no shortage of disbelief in Catra's tone, but she does stop backing away, finally.] Look at yourself, Adora! This isn't -- this isn't you.

[Adora doesn't tower over Catra. Her hair doesn't blow in a non-existent wind, and she doesn't wear a tiara, and she doesn't. glow.]

Of course I trust you, but this is crazy. [Adora's pleading look - so weird and out of place on such a towering figure - is matched with Catra's own.] You're not magic, Adora. That sword, it's -- infecting you, or something. You've got to get rid of it.

[Please.]