"I'm not sure what she means," Adora's mother answers, a frown pinching her features as she looks from Adam to Catra. "Our ancestors were explorers. They spread out to new, alien planets, settled them and enriched them with their technology. What are you trying to get at, dear?"

Oh. Do they... do they not know? Adora can feel herself starting to panic, like the truth is stuck in her throat and won't let her breathe. She tugs at Catra's hand, wordlessy shaking her head -- a mute, frantic please don't. Somehow, this feels like something she needs to protect them from.