Fists clenched at her side, Allura could feel her nails digging into the skin of her palms hard enough to sting, her entire body going tense at his response. From her shoulder, Trigel reached up to pat her cheek with a soft "Pachi?" of concern.

She laughed suddenly, but it was a bitter sound.

"To think this is how I seem to you--like a child who can't be expected to act rationally when the lives of thousands of people are at stake. Thousands of my people, believed lost forever! I trusted you, Lotor! I believed you! But... you didn't trust me, and now you lay this excuse at my feet only because I already know the truth. Yet, if it was too dangerous to even disclose to me the fact that the colonies existed lest Honerva discover them, then why did we go to Oriande? Did it not occur to you that she might find that place as well if she was monitoring you so closely? That she might gain access to it and use the alchemic secrets of our ancestors to unleash unprecedented destruction on the universe?"

Allura paused a moment to let the gravity of her words sink in before taking a step back. She was furious, but her face was deathly calm.

"What's done is done, Lotor. We parted ways deca-phoebs ago, and I can't go back."