I can see that. [ Inwardly, Adora admonishes herself for not realizing sooner. Sure, a few ghost stories don't matter in the scheme of things, but she still instinctively believed them. She thought Shadow Weaver didn't control her anymore, but is that really true? ] It's just... hard, sometimes. I know she's evil, but she was my... [ mom ] ... she was my commanding officer. I trusted her.

[ With everything. With worse things than this, lies she didn't realize until too far late. His cynicism reminds her of Catra, and she wonders if that's just how some people end up; a way of surviving she's always been too privileged to understand. ]

Sorry. I don't even know your name, and I'm being a huge downer. [ She forces herself to smile, and it almost reaches her eyes. ] I'm not usually like this, I promise.