"Believe me, I know." Catra snaps back at Setsuna. "I had this kind of crap all the time in the Horde. Shadow Weaver would--" She clamps her mouth shut after a moment, realizing that perhaps she's saying too much or that perhaps it's just letting Setsuna too far into her head. Into her world.

"I've seen it before," is what she finally says. She leans against the side of the pit for a moment, having blessedly found a spot free of grenades and other traps. Sucks in a few heavy breaths and tries, desperately, to regain her strength. She had been doing fine the first couple rooms but now the combination of shocks, small cuts and bruises and burns have all combined to wear her down. She doesn't want to keep going--doesn't even know if she can. But if she doesn't, that bastard wins.

"And yeah. He definitely doesn't," she says with a spare, humorless laugh. She plants her foot on Setsuna's arms and shoves herself out onto the lip of the pool. Laying on her stomach, she reaches out for Setsuna, offering her a hand up and out.

"I'm worse than him already, after all."