"It's the worst!" Adora gripes, "I wonder if they know how much this tortures us - or if they even care. They probably don't. They probably think we're just disposable. That they can use us up or-"

She trails off with a frustrated grunt and kicks at a rock, sending it skittering down the path in front of them.

"I need to find something else to do or I'm going to go crazy."