[ It's — something. More than she expected, less than she hoped. Catra is at least talking to her, not running away, even if she still sounds panicked. And how can Adora blame her? She remembers how she reacted the first time she touched the sword, how long it took her to come to terms with what was happening to her, and that was with Bow and Glimmer's help. Catra has Adora, and Adora... isn't the best at explanations, especially when there's only so much she can actually say. ]

... If I drop the sword, will that help? [ A snap decision, one that yet again goes against everything her head is telling her. If she puts the sword down, Catra can pick it up. If Catra picks it up... no. No, if Adora wants her trust, she can't think like that anymore. ] Here, look. I'm putting it down.

[ Bending down, she places it on the ground between them, then holds out both her hands; showing Catra that they're empty. Larger than they should be, if they were Adora's own, but empty. ]

See? Still a Princess. [ Still She-Ra. ] I'll turn back, but not until you stop freaking out. You need to accept this. We both do.