[ Adora shrugs, still seeming way too nonchalant about the whole thing. She can feel Catra coming around to the idea, despite her protests, and that hope isn't something she can just push down. ]

I know she won't just let me go, Catra. [ I've already beaten her once, she wants to say, even though that wasn't the real thing, just her shadow puppets pursuing Adora to the ends of Etheria. She doesn't know how she'd fare against the real Shadow Weaver and all her magic, but she's willing to give it a try; especially with Catra's help, this time. ] That's why we're going to the Rebellion. They've been fighting the Horde for a long time, and they're good at it.

[ ... Sort of. Sometimes. Not that "the Rebellion" was even a thing, then, outside of a few scattered groups. Until She-Ra showed up, it was every Princess for themselves and their own kingdom, with only Glimmer making an effort to bring everyone together — but she's counting on Catra buying the idea of some united front. ]

Think about it. I'm a Princess, so they'll have to let me in. And where I go, you go. [ You'd think she'd have learned by now not to imply that Catra needs to follow after her like some kind of pet, but hey! That's Adora for you! ] Even if they don't [ which she's only saying because she knows they will, ], the two of us can figure something out. What's Shadow Weaver going to do against this? [ She gestures down at herself — all eight feet of her. ] I can take on a squad, no problem.