*To Jason* Okay then, Zordan—now your ass is really going on this mat!

Kim, look—no one knows more than me how it feels. When I lost Green...I’d wished I’d died. But...you were there for me. I want to help...but you keep running away, and I can’t understand why.

*To Pink Ronin* That’s a matter of perspective, but now you finally understand the truth. I am not this conjured up evil spirit you’ve imagined masquerading around in the face you so love. No, the facade, the mask—it’s all been from you parading around as a vigilante against my divine justice. Hiding, burying yourself in the sands like a worm afraid to embrace me out of a nonsensical fear of forsaking the others. But you can’t hide from yourself anymore, Kat. Even as I speak, your very eyes betray the lies behind the false, virtuous persona you still shakingly cling to. So, I—Lord Drakkon—beseech you—unburden yourself from the specter of Zordon’s moral decadence, and free yourself to be mine as you yearn!