Adora listens to Setsuna with an expression of complete seriousness and more than a little sympathy. Everything she says sounds familiar, almost eerily so. It's not a perfect match, of course, but it mirrors her own experience with the Fright Zone and then Brightmoon. She spent her whole life thinking there was only one way of doing things, that she had a certain destiny to fulfill, only to find out that everyone she had trusted was lying to her. That there were better ways, that she was being used to hurt people. So she listens and she understands.

She takes a step closer as Setsuna finishes.

"I... I feel like I know exactly what you mean," Adora replies and she wraps her arms around herself in a bit of a self-hug, gaze sliding away from Setsuna as she thinks.

"I grew up in a place called the Fright Zone and I never really knew if I had actual parents or not. It was a really bad place and we were all training to become soldiers for the Horde, under Hordak, and none of us really mattered to him. We were all going to be disposable, I guess. They groomed me - well, Shadow Weaver did - to be a leader for them. I was going to help them conquer the rest of the planet. And then..."

She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain it.

"I found a magic sword, but that wasn't really it. I met a bunch of new people and they became my friends and they showed me what the Horde was doing to everyone, so... I left. And I started fighting them. The Horde, I mean. Not my new friends!"