Catra feels so alone in this moment. Like there's nothing left for her. There is the potential of reconciliation with Adora, though it seems just out of her reach. She takes a breath. Saturday is talking, saying that she isn't going to be alone. Catra tenses. She doesn't want to believe Saturday.

And yet she so desperately needs to.

The controller shakes in her hands and she stares at the screen as she feels fat tears starting to spill out of her eyes. Why? WhySaturday who she's known like a week. But she can't stop. The controller drops out of her hands and she leans forward, trying to cover her face with her hands.

"No. No no no no."