"What else was I supposed to do? Let the superweapon destroy everyone?" Adora snaps back. She's used to this - the barbs and the needles - and her frustration over not being sure of where she stands or how she can help save her friends without that power is still boiling underneath the surface.

"Besides, even if I'm not She-Ra, I'm still... I'm still me. I can still fight. I can still save Glimmer. And-"

She pauses.

"Wait, you were out there with her? Is she OK?"