"Hey, just because I'm not a sadist doesn't mean I'm better than him," Catra says defensively. There's a messed up, aching, painful comfort in thinking (knowing) that you're awful. That you've down everything possible to hurt the person who mattered to you and they've still somehow given you a chance. Hell, she almost destroyed the world.

Not that she'll say that. Outwardly she just grits her teeth, eyes narrowing for a brief moment as she considers Setsuna. Nice kid, seems to understand stuff better than some people. And still a vulnerability. She takes a breath, tries to ignore the stench of singed fur and the stinging brusies that are just now making themselves known.

"Heh. I like the sound of that. Come on--" She hauls at Setsuna's arm, grunting as she struggles to help tug the other up and onto the relative safety of the pool. "...We can't stay too long or he'll probably get pissed."