Setsuna just kind of stalls there before she can actually keep going, too stunned to speak or continue, icewater down her back. So this is how it feels to be on the other side of this ...

She's not Love, though. She knows what Love would say and she's not Love and she has figured out, by now, how to be herself as much as she has figured out how to be the person Love loves her for being. And Love isn't here, and this place is full of so many stupid, awful situations that only one part of her life, and all the pain she's tried to heal or move past, can really prepare her for facing any of it.

She's a Labyrinthian as much as she's anything. It's all about writing the right code for the social contract you made. Her voice goes hollow, and soft, and maybe Catra doesn't hear her over the noise of the air cannons, but she isn't really saying it for Catra's sake, either. "I never said I promised to be your friend, I said I promised I'd have your back. You can't hurt me by taking away something you never gave."

Then she moves, implacable and, despite the unsteadiness of her legs, too angry to be anything but unshakable, despite the blasts of air that threaten to topple her and fling her into the strips of flypaper just waiting to mock her if she falters.