We weren't friends anyway (It still stings)

"Oh..."

Adora approached Glimmer and Bow, Glimmer cradling Catras head on her lap.

They looked up at her, grief in their eyes.

Adora pulls Catra gently into her embrace.

'Your not done yet' Adora whispers.

Still in Shera form, Adora attempts to revive Catra.

Yet is left with no results.

She tries again. And again. Growing more hopeless and desperate with each passing moment.

She can't loose her, she can't loose the one good thing from her childhood.

'No...' She Whispers, 'No....No...No..No... No!' She's screaming now.

Glimmer and Bow share a look.

'Adora...We'll move her body to the spare room...' Bow decided, pulling Catras corpse from Adoras loose embrace.

The body is still warm.

Catras face grows paler as the blood stops pumping.

She's actually gone. Dead. Forever.

Bow can't believe it. He doesn't want to believe it.

Glimmer goes to make food. Her stress habit. She too, is in shock. She would never again have to indulge in worry of the magicats next plan, never again throw sparky remarks back and forth during battle.

Never again see those mismatched eyes, filled with mischief, and deep down, pain.

They weren't so different.

Glimmer knew it.

She recalled holding her staff to Catra, who asked for death.

She shuddered.

But Adora? She sat unmoving on the floor, almost as lifeless as Catra.

She felt hot tears building up, and wiped them away quickly. Crying was for the weak, she told herself.

She stood.

'Glimmer? When you're done with your baking, get the others. Then we'll have a gathering to plan our next move'