She didn't come to Bright Moon for me, Catra. She tried to pretend, but after I called her out... She came to Bright Moon because she was dying and didn't have anywhere else to go. Now that she can't use me, she leaves me alone.

[ Everything in Adora wants to reach out to Catra as she cries, to curl up together for comfort like they did when they were younger, before hiding weakness had become so second nature.

But for the sake of not startling her into running away or withdrawing emotionally, she doesn't. Instead, she tries to get her own emotions back under control. One of them needs to be calm, at least. And Adora can't blame Catra at all for being the one who isn't. ]

I didn't care about them more than you. Making new friends didn't mean you weren't my best friend anymore. But I couldn't go back once I knew the truth.

I just... I wish we'd had more time to just talk that day. So I could explain. So I could have told you that we could be free. That we could be somewhere happier, together. That the Horde wasn't our only option and you didn't have to deal with the way you were treated anymore and-- [ There's something raw in Adora's voice, something like regret. ]

I miss you, Catra. Every day.