Shaking her head, Shadow Weaver made a little tut tutting noise, moving over to the garnet and running her hands up its surface. Without her link to it adorning her mask, she lacked to connection to it she'd once had, but she could still feel its power licking at her fingertips with the promise of power to come.

"Is that so?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the feline. "That's a shame. I would have expected more from you. Are you telling me you're truly content with things as they are now? I would have thought someone like you would want...more."

She kept it purposely vague, intending to draw Catra in. The one upside to putting up with nearly two decades of Catra and Adora's adolescent nonsense was that she knew exactly what made the two of them tick, and knew exactly how to exploit the weaknesses of the two girls. Catra put on a front of confidence, but it was all about survival. In reality, like Adora there were times she second guessed every move she made, needed guidance even if she was adamant about not wanting to accept it. Shadow Weaver knew this, and in these uncertain times, she could make use of that fact yet.