Oh god, the smell is awful. She's never smelled anything this bad before in her life and she's literally inhaled aerosolized despair, which is one of the worst smells in the world.

The tears burst from her eyes completely involuntarily, the stench stinging her already raw and upset eyes beyond anything they can tolerate. Shutting them doesn't even seem to help. Every breath sucks in more of the odor, her nose feels like it's on fire.

She can only imagine what it must be doing to Catra, and the sympathetic agony obliterates most of her frustration and resentment over how the older girl was just treating her and she just kind of - swipes aimlessly through the air in search of Catra's hand to grab and - hold on to something, be something to be held onto herself, who knows.

"I hate him," she says, in a sobbing, hysterical laugh, just, nothing about this is funny but it is so, so stupidly, comically malevolent that it kind of is a really bad joke overall, "I hate him so much ..."

He really does remind her of a dumber, shittier Northa. And in this moment, for the first time in a while, it really does connect for her that she really did kill Northa, back then. It doesn't always feel like it, but there wasn't anything to Northa but hate, and she and the other Cures punched that hate right out of existence. Northa couldn't live without that hate inside her, animating her. So what else could anyone call that, except a death?

She wonders if there's anything in Planker but hate, and ... if not, how easy it would be to do the same to him.