"It's never about me, Adora. That's the problem. It's always about you." Catra spits the words. It's a stupid thing to say, because even Catra has always made it about Adora, and she knows it. It gives voice to the pain and anger and guilt in some small way and Catra just wants to vent it all out.

"I don't have anything left. It's all gone. The Horde, the Fright Zone, Scorpia--all of it is gone and you won, okay? What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do after everything that happened?" Her voice is building, venting out all the jumbled up emotions that have been roiling through her head and heart since Double Trouble had dropped a precision guided truth bomb onto her world.

"I lost everything and I can't even say it's your fault," she continues. She laughs, though not because anything is funny. It's a humorless, unhappy sound. She doesn't know what else to do.

"Sparkles wouldn't even finish me off. That's how worthless I am to you and your princesses now. And I did it to myself," that same humorless laugh, almost manic. "You don't even have time for me as your enemy anymore. It would be funny if it weren't so pathetic."