Catra crossed her arms. What was all this, then? Shadow Weaver knew more about the role Catra was now playing than she herself did, though she'd never admit it; and the tantalizing words made her ears perk up. Sure, Shadow Weaver was a manipulative old hag who she'd never trust, but the sorceress needed Catra now more than Catra had ever needed her. She was nothing without Catra, meaning that she was in control of the whole situation, now.

"More? I'm already at the top. Or is there more to this whole thing than you were able to accomplish in all those years?" Her tone dripped with the condescension that she'd always longed to be able to use on the woman. It had been accumulating for years.