"I'm not giving up, Adora," Catra hisses. She forces herself over one hurdle, then the next. Her foot catches, scraping open her shin on steel and barbed wire and a sharp shock encouraging her to move onwards. She thinks there's blood matting in her fur.

"I mean I could but it would make Planker happy and fuck that." She ducks under one of the swinging prods and finally comes up to the door to the next room, panting for breath. So close. Yet so far.