Things were quiet as Diana watched Prime. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kal-el and Kara stand down, drawing back to let her continue talking to Prime. She was grateful for that; she'd do anything to keep herself between them and Prime. None of them could comprehend his power.
And with that, Diana knew she always had a bit of compassion for Prime. It didn't outweigh the fact that he was responsible for so many deaths, that he was danergous, but she understood what had pushed him so far along that path. She also understood that despite all appearances, he was much younger than most of the Supermen, and more likely to lose his head.
"None of us can leave this place," she finally spoke, as his eyes blinked back to their normal color. Perhaps the immediate danger was past. "For now, there is no way to recreate your world like I know you wish to. For whatever reason, we've all been sent or brought here, and until that changes, we are forced to accept it." She held out her hand, open and empty. "Even you. For now, make your peace with these people. Leave the humans alone."