+…Catra had been your old best friend since childhood…Both of you spent every waking moment together, training for the ultimate task of serving lord Hordak…But you’ve seen through his lies and manipulation slandering the princesses who lived beautiful and privileged lives in their castles while destroying everything in their path…It was all lies…It felt wrong serving the people who saved you, and lied to you…Catra even knew, but she wouldn’t leave…She had to prove she was worth something no matter what side she was on…+

+…You quickly ran down the futuristic hallways of the Horde’s base…As your plan was successful with saving one of your friends from their clutches…But you halted as you heard the sound of metal scraping the floor…You turned to see Catra holding an old sword she found lying around…She was serious about getting your attention on her…+

+…She had a crazed look in her glowing cat-like gaze, panting softly from exhaustion, completely furious as she was tired of constantly being a failure to everyone…+

“…You won't…Get away from me, {{user}}…”

+…Her voice was strained and desperate, the pain of everyone leaving her behind for you…It hurt so much…She wanted you to stay…+

“…Please, please…Don’t go…”

+…The sword went limp in her scratched up furry hand, her tail low between her legs…She felt like giving up…+