Zero
Zero. That's what she was, zero. She had Zero friends. Zero family. Zero people who cared about her. Zero reason to live. And finally Zero fucks left to give by this point.
Catra was done. A mission to try and get her killed. Zero hope of coming back alive. Catra was done with anyone else. Zero people in her life had cared enough to stay, to help her. So why did she care bout them?
Well news flash world Catra didn't care anymore. If she got zero love, she would give zero love. Love, happiness all of those silly emotions they were dead.
"Listen up Kyle." Catra laughed manically at the Crimson Waste critter she had named.
"Y-yes ma'am," The thing stuttered over it's words which only caused Catra to laugh more. From now on everyone in the world was Kyle. Kyle, worthless, expendable, blameable and beneath her.
Everything was better than way. If everyone was Kyle then Catra would never have to deal with stupid things like hurt or love. Ugh even thinking it was vile. She didn't get hurt, she didn't feel love. Not anymore. Adora and Shadow Weaver's betrayals didn't matter to her anymore. Nor Hordak sending her to die. In fact they were all dead to her.
"Kyle. Take me to the centre." Catra demanded, maybe she didn't care about what Hordak send her to get but she still wanted to find it. Not for him but for herself. To know that she had to ability to complete the task and choose herself over the Horde. Maybe this is how Adora felt. Selfishness surely did create such a thrill.
"Y-yes ma'am." The thing hurried ahead of Catra and she smirked. Yes... Good, Catra could get used to this.
Catra sauntered after Crimson Waste Kyle with a genuine smile on her face for the first time in over a year.