We weren't friends anyway (It still stings)

HORROR.

Alone.

Dead.

Gone.

Never coming back.

Alone.

Dead.

Gone.

Never another heartbeat.

The sickening mantra of the suvivors heads, Never allowing them the closure they needed so very much.

All the lives that were lost.

Catra, Adora and everyone else.

Every time they closed their eyes, they could see blood.

Horde Prime was winning.

There was no way they could win when their was only three of them.

Bows spirit had disappeared. Castaspellas enthusiasm had abated.
And Glimmer no longer stood with pride.

Angella. Angella. Angella.

She had failed her mother.

Angella was dead.

Angella had believed her daughter would rule.

Angella did not know of Horde Prime.

Did not know of her planets destruction.

Did not know of her daughters woes.

Did not know of the deaths.

The carnage.

The fear.

The war.

It was all too much.

They could not continue.

Yet they pushed on.

They had to try.

The Heart.

The Heart was their only opportunity.

The trio