Catra watches the gangsters shake down the poor shopkeep, her her grip on the controller as tight as ever. It hurts to think about going forward without anyone, without Adora, without anything to hold her up. She knows she lost all of those things because of her own anger and stubborn refusal to listen to Adora instead of her broken heart.

"I--" She stares at the screen, not really seeing what's happening. She's more staring through it, beyond it, trying to make sense of the taut emotions boiling in her chest.

"But I'll be alone." That's what this has always been about. Catra fearing loneliness, fearing the loss of the only friend she has ever truly had.