[Thanks to Catra's decision to stand well in view, Shadow Weaver didn't even need to move her gaze from the sword to catch her reaction. Ah, that's where the flaw was. Oh, Adora; despite her many talents, misleading others was certainly not one.]

[The sword, their defection... It all felt so long ago, despite being a few measly years. The runestone in the artifact called to her senses, but she couldn't spare it thought just yet. Always so emotional, these two. This will be easy.]

Adora... [Her voice pitches into that familiar patronizing coo, and with no small effort, she pushes herself up to sit, eyes narrowed at the sword. ] I raised you far better than this. You make claims of defection, yet come to me. You speak of nonsense legends and present me with an artifact radiating magic, yet claim to keep it from me. And "keeping an eye on me", as if I were your prisoner... Why, you've told me so much already.

You're disoriented and confused; you are not the one I expect this kind of sloppiness from.