"Trust me, they won't care. We're tools for them, that's all," Catra asserts with as much authority as she can muster. She's used to that. Used to being the disposable one, really. The spare. Even then, not a particularly good one. As self-centered as she is in the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours, Catra has been doing a real bad job at picking up on what other people are feeling and the trend continues as Catra exhibits a reckless disregard for Setsuna's feelings and bulldozes right into her hopes and dreams.

"Of course they can be. They can all be just as terrible as we think. Sorry, sometimes there aren't sunshine sparkles and rainbows in people's hearts," she continues bitterly. Her hands settling on her hips as she looks around the crowded room at its lackluster decoration.