"You don't get it!" Catra protests, shaking her head as she feels herself tugged in closed against E'dolha. She doesn't try to pull away. She feels to exhausted for it, too beaten down. The emotional high of victory, of the prospect of finally being happy has been ripped from under her and all she wants to do is lay down and die.

"She's not here. She almost died--we all almost died and--she's not here!" She's sobbing now, just a full on mess of hurt, angry tears. The world isn't fair. The universe isn't fair. She was finally happy. After years of pain, it had seemed worth it, even a little.