Amora looked saddened; she hadn't expected Drinian to get over her so quickly. Priscilla took her hands, bringing them together. She looked very cheerful, but something felt off. Amora didn't know what it was until she felt the cool blade slip into her palm. Her eyes widened slightly, unnoticed by Lotor. She look startled when Lotor's sword appeared over her shoulder and rested near Priscilla's neck. "So, Ms. Priscilla. You are getting awfully affectionate with my girl, Amora. What, you like her or something?"<br/><br/>He laughed aloud, causing a shudder to ripple through Amora's spine. It was too much like the dream, far too much like that terrible dream. He took hold of her and began to kiss her. She shut her eyes, almost like she enjoyed it, but the truth was she just wanted it to end. She held her arms between them, the knife in one hand. Lotor didn't even notice; he was too busy enjoying himself to notice the small weapon pressed against Amora's bosom.<br/><br/>He let go of her, she took a step away, still holding her hands to her chest. Glancing cautiously over at Lotor to see if he was distracted, she tucked the dagger down her shirt. The two left, Amora still trying to mend her broken heart and trying to understand what had possessed them to give her the weapon.