[Catra is walking across a narrow mountain path with two others-- a girl with purple hair and a boy with a visible bellybutton. her hands are tied, and she is clearly their prisoner. also her hair is longer! while walking, she "trips" (it's a fake trip), and the boy immediately comes to her side]

Bow: Hey, are you okay?

Catra: Like you care.

Bow: We do, actually. The Rebellion treats it's prisoners with compassion.

Catra: You princess-types have to be about the bleeding hearts. Everything with you is about the power of friendship. How's that working out for you?

Bow: Come on. I bet even the Horde has friends. What about Adora?

Catra :(scoffs)

Bow: You two grew up together, right? What was she like as a kid?

Catra: (snarls)

Bow: Glimmer and I have known each other forever too. She'd teleport to the roof to get my lost arrows when I was learning to shoot.

Catra: Wow, you two must be really close? Sounds like Glimmer would do anything for you, huh?

Bow: Absolutely. She's my best friend.

Catra: Good to know.

[. . . and then Catra throws herself at Bow, knocking them both off the edge of the cliff. THEY ARE PLUMMETING NOW!]

Bow: (yelling)

Glimmer: Bow!

[Glimmer teleports to the falling duo]

Bow: (continues yelling)

Catra: (casually, like they aren't plummeting to their death) Oh, hey princess.

Glimmer: How are you such a nightmare?!

Catra: Ah, years of practice.

Bow: Can we please discuss this when we're not hurtling to our deaths?

Glimmer: You know what? I'm ready to see if cats really do land on their feet?

Bow: Please don't do that, she is attached to me! Glimmer!

Glimmer: (scoffs) Okay.

[and then the memory ends as Glimmer grabs them to teleport them to safety]