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[ Much like poor Tenten, Catra is broadcasting live from the infirmary. In fact, if you squint you'll probably be able to see which bed she's in to relation to Tenten. The poor woman has been bandaged to hell and back, her head wrapped in dressings, though there's enough visible for it to be clear that whatever happened to her, it was necessary for that big, poofy mane of hair to be shorn away in order for it to be treated.

At least she's not missing half her face. When she speaks, her voice is rough and croaky. She's still recovering from whatever it was that happened to her a few days back. ]

I guess I'm alive. Don't everyone celebrate at once.

[ The jab is accompanied by a weak smile. ]

What'd I miss?

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[She doesn't say anything because she doesn't trust herself not to burst into tears. That's against the Shinobi Code, even if they're of anger and frustration. It was bad enough that this had happened to her and Setsuna, but for Catra, who only got hit because she was there to visit...]

Or at least try not to get nearly killed, jerk.

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I did my best. She was faster than I expected. I've gone toe-to-toe with She-Ra.

[ Then again, was She-Ra ever really trying to kill her? ]

She used this gas on me and I don't remember much of what happened after that.

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[She's not sure what to say about that. She-ra means nothing to her. Nor does the gas, save for the obvious effects on Catra.

She starts to scribble something else down, and the napkin rips. She scowls, starts over, then just flings the pen down and shreds the entire thing, flinging it into the air. She rolls over, facing the wall, and wraps the blankets tight around her so that the shivering doesn't tell as easily.

If she weren't so inadequate, things wouldn't've gotten this far in the first place. And now the number of wounded keeps climbing because she couldn't take care of her own messes.]

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[ Catra is bad at this. Bad at connection, bad at reaching out to others. Bad at comforting. She looks over at where Tenten is laying wrapped in blankets. She is very quiet for long minutes. ]

...What? I'm fine.

[ Yeah, perfect. Good job, Catra. ]