Catra doesn't give any indication that she hears Setsuna's words. She's too wrapped into her own head now, too angry at herself, angry at Jorgmund, angry at Planker. She hates this place, she hates all the people here, and right now she wants nothing more than to tear everything down around her and break into pieces. Let them all suffer the way she suffers, let them all experience pain the way she does. It's all she can think of as she hauls herself to the finish line.

She is going to find Planker and carve a reminder into his skin that she isn't to be fucked with, Catra thinks. SHe might be stuck here but that doesn't mean she has to be the weakest one, the one being stepped on. She can work her way up, right? She can subvert them, turn this into her willing army and then grind the bastards into the dirt where they belong.

She just has to be harder, crueler, more menacing than them. She stands, dumping aside her dummy as she reaches the far end of the room and leans up against the wall for a moment, panting. Eyes narrow as she watches Setsuna come forward. Slow, but steady.

"Can't you go any faster?" She half regrets the words as soon as they drop from her mouth, but there's that part of her that feels happy mocking someone else. It means she's not in pain, just for a moment.

"Let's get this over with already. You're slowing me down."