"Why are you so damn calm all the time?" Catra seems to be getting even more irritated that Saturday refuses to fight with her.

"You think you can just come into my life and like... fix stuff, like you can actually make things better! Like it's easy. Letting go is so easy, Catra--!" The anger is bubbling over now and Catra doesn't know how to stop it. Doesn't know if she really wants to. It's perverse, how good it feels to be angry in the moment and it reminds her how gratifying it was to sink into all the anger and hurt and aim it at Adora like a weapon. Lashing out feels good. At least right now.

"I didn't ask for your help!"