Adora lingered in her mind for longer than she was okay with; leading to thoughts of how things had once been. It had always been the two of them, and Catra had truly believed that it would always be that way. That Adora genuinely cared about Catra as much as Catra cared about her. That trust had been her biggest mistake. Believing that Adora cared for her had been her emotional undoing, and as Shadow Weaver touched her shoulder and offered her what she perceived as kindness, she suddenly felt filled with rage.

Things could've been so easy if she'd never met that stupid blonde. Now she was hurting, broken. And it was all Adora's fault. She'd never cared about Catra, and she'd made sure that Shadow Weaver didn't care about her, either. Thinking of Adora, her hand closed tightly around the diamond shaped object. Her grip tightened and tightened until she realized the edges of the object had cut into her palm. Stupid Adora.

Her voice shook as she spoke. "I'll get rid of them both. As soon as I can."