Good. Good. Finally Adora is responding and it... well, it doesn't feel great. In fact, Catra feels awkful. She can feel all the guilt and anger and pain sinking even deeper inside of her, working its way into the marrow of her bones. There's a vindication to it though. Confirmation that she is just as awful as she has been told her whole life, as awful as the princesses think her to be. She doesn't laugh this time, but she smiles a weary smile. She wants to cry but refuses to do it in front of Adora.

"That's what I'm saying. It's my fault," she says. "I did all of this. I threw that switch because I hated you. I betrayed Entrapta because I wanted you to feel like I did. Worthless and weak. I hurt you. I hurt the people you tried to protect, I hurt your friends. Because I was trying so hard to be the opposite of you, because I felt like I needed to be the villain--because I didn't have a choice." Catra shakes her head and raises her arms into a shrug. The last line from Adora is enough to check her confessional rambling and Catra freezes.

"What? Really? It was all just... what? The princesses? Or the First ones or something?" Catra is trying really hard not to be amused. At the least, a little vindicated? A little spiteful? She brings a hand up to run through the mess of her hair and shakes her head, seemingly amazed by the development.

"...So what you're saying is we're both just nothing now?" Catra does laugh now, unable to contain the spiteful mirth. "I mean, rotting away on this rig is probably better than rotting in a cell with Sparkles." A pause, then thoughtfully, quietly, she adds: "I hope Horde Prime isn't being too rough on her."