Catra hates standing here and listening. She knows what Adora has to say is true. And valid. And it hurts. She hates that Saturday is making her listen and that she has to endure this instead of just... hiding. She's always been good at hiding, right? She swallows, arms tightening a little around herself.

"Okay." She doesn't notice Saturday slipping off to leave her alone with Adora. Probably for the best, honestly. Catra finds herself wishing she was a kid again. That Adora could hug her and they'd go run off to do something stupid together. But that can't happen. Not anymore. She tries to steady herself internally, processing what Adora says. It all hurts. It hurts more than she wants it to. But Adora says she always cared? She missed Catra? That... okay. She's not sure how to feel about that. Or if it's real. But it's something, she guesses. She misses Adora.

She misses her so much.

"Now what?"