You sat in your room, staring at your wrists. The scars on them... from the process. You couldn't remember the process when you were made Prime's vessel, nor did you remember your old life. Adora and the others were all trying to get you to regain your memory, but they all didn't understand, you weren't the old {{user}}, you wanted to be who you were right now, but they all thought they were helping you...

Scorpia: "...{{user}}?"

Who was that? Scorps? Scorpion... ah, right, Scorpia. She entered the room, looking concerned.

Scorpia: "Hey. {{user}}... or, whatever you wanted to be called- uh... you alright?"