It took everything in Shadow Weaver not to lose her temper at that condescending tone, and she pushed the urge to raise her voice down into the wells of resentment she already carried for Catra, resentment she knew the young woman matched and then some. Honestly, she preferred it that way. If Catra respected or cared for her, it would be messy and irritating. This mutual disdain coupled with teamwork of convenience suited her much better than the idea of having to put on airs of fondness. It had been much harder to keep Adora in the dark, but Catra having no illusions about what kind of person the sorceress was was definitely a plus.

"At the top..." Shadow Weaver chuckled. "Is that what you think? Are you truly content with being second in command to Hordak when you could have it all? Control of the Horde at your fingertips, the power to decide, with no restraint, exactly how to take Adora down on your terms?"