Many years later, Adora and Hordak stand together on the grassy, windswept cliff where everything ended.
They hike here occasionally, overlooking the vast, verdant fields that were once the Fright Zone. They trade pleasantries, ask after each other's wives, and reminisce.
"You know, when I was little I'd tell the other kids I knew you to impress them," Adora confides. "It was technically true."
Hordak snorts. "How many friends did that win you?"
"A few. You're one of them."
"My friend, my enemy," Hordak quips.
"Story of our lives, really." Adora offers a smile. Hordak returns it.
They go on.