"What?" The mention of the Fright Zone, while meant to offer an angle of familiarity, makes her heart twist up in her chest. It feels-- and it is -- lightyears away from here, this cozy little village, this peaceful home. In the scant few hours she's known them, her flesh-and-blood parents have offered her more comfort, more humanity, than Shadow Weaver's shown her in maybe her whole life.

How can this place be anything like the Fright Zone?

"... They hate She-ra." The realization drops, heavy and bitter and like copper, from her tongue.