"Well, I'm thinking about it now," Adora snaps back instinctively, the throb between her temples and churn in her stomach sharpening her tone.

She hates this. She hates that it's making them fight. Catra doesn't get it at all, what this is doing to her, but she has to-- she's the one who knows about this stuff, she has to make sense of this for Adora. How else is she going to get through this?

Her voice grows much softer, halfway to pleading:

"... I can't stop thinking about it."