"Because the world ain't a fair place." Saturday hurts for the kid, but knows better than to let it show. She "Good people live hard lives an' die young, bad people live forever an' get to sleep on silk sheets. It sucks and it's not fair, an' it shouldn't have happened to you, or anyone. Which circles around to my earlier point, about havin' each other's backs against the real bastards."

She aims a finger at Catra again, not accusing, just making points by pointing.

"The world is shitty an' unfair, which means that if it's ever gonna be fair, it's on us to do it. No justice, just us." Her pops used to say that; she'd always liked the sound. "Not our fault. Still our responsibility, cause it ain't like the pig-bastards making bank off it are gonna anything to stop the slop flowing."