Blood. The smell seemed to cling to her fur no matter how many times she washed her hands as if reminding her what she had done to the girl who had been her best friend.

We will always have each other's backs.

Her mind replayed those words yet here they were on opposite sides of a war they had trained their whole lives to fight in and she had finally done it.

Had finally proved she was capable of not holding back against her former friend despite the feelings she still could not swallow.

Damn it. What the seven hells is wrong with me?

She mentally snarled to herself as she tried to focus on anything but the battle that had only happened hours before.

"Catra? Are you alright? You've been staring at that one spot for hours."

The voice caused her to quite nearly jump, fur bristling though she forced herself to calm down.

You are not a beast!

She scolded herself as she turned toward the tall, Muscular girl that stood in the doorway.

"I'm fine. Don't you have...anything else to do but bother me?"

She would not admit anything, especially not to someone she had just met a little over seventy–two hours ago.

"Really? Because you…."

"Scorpia! I am fine okay? Just tired."

It was a lie and she knew it but if she was stuck out in the middle of the ocean for who knows how long she was not spending that time talking about her feelings.

No way in the seven hells.

"If you say so."

Once Scorpia left Catra let out a groan and rubbed at her eyes until she saw stars.

Just what the hell am I going to do. I have to prove I can be strong without Adora around to protect me but how can I do that when I can't even fight her without her getting in my head?

She didn't dare think of the true feelings she was having since both were not something a Horde soldier was ever expected to feel. Not toward anyone but especially not toward a traitor and enemy.

Even if the said enemy had been a former best friend.