Cata was no stranger to imprisonment. The Fright Zone's prison cells were depressingly drab constructions where the spirit of a soldier goes to die and Catra had been forced to spend time there in solitary confinement more than a few times for supposedly 'negative behaviors'. However this time she wasn't stuck in a concrete cell block magically tethered to the wall, instead, she found herself sitting on an incredibly comfortable pillow in the middle of what Glimmer had called a Brightmoon prison cell, but was clearly just a guest room with the curtain's closed. If anything this was probably the most luxurious room that she had ever gotten the chance to enjoy.

Unfortunately, despite the rather luxurious creature comforts that her capture provided her, she couldn't bring herself to actually enjoy any of them. Her shoulder was throwing spikes of pain into her every time she so much as moved it, and the rest of her didn't exactly feel particularly amazing either. Though to be honest, the physical discomfort wasn't the real reason she wasn't able to properly enjoy the comfortable room.

It was rather difficult to enjoy yourself while you're waiting to be executed. To be fair, Glimmer hadn't mentioned anything about killing her. To be even fairer, the Rebellion had never harmed a captive even when they did manage to capture one. To be totally fair, they didn't even kill Shadow Weaver despite everything she had done, Catra had basically been forced to sort that one out for them. Okay so maybe them just sentencing her to death was not entirely a certainty, but eternal imprisonment was not really much of an improvement.

Catra looked back at the closed doors, wondering how long until the sparkle queen turned up and finally finished this whole stupid thing. Somehow the irritating brat had managed to find the one thing that Catra hated the most, she was forcing her to wait patiently. Clearly, they all hated her. Her ears flicked as she heard the telltale steps of someone pausing outside the chamber, their footsteps too light to be a guard or Adora. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself into a more professional sitting position, trying to ignore the stabbing pains coming from her ribs. She wasn't going to give them to reward of showing weakness. She was the winner in all of this and she was going to make damn sure that they knew it.

The doors finally opened wide and Catra couldn't help taking in a shaking breathe as she saw the immortal figure of Queen Angella entering proudly, somehow not looking like she had been thrown from a portal mere hours earlier. Of course, Catra's shoulder had done a damn good job of involuntarily softening her own rough exit much to her displeasure and pain, and maybe Glimmer had been more careful with her own mother.

"It's good to see that you're awake," Angella spoke softly as the queen sat down in front of Catra on a pillow that she was sure wasn't there before. Catra bared her teeth and prepared for a fight, she knew from experience that princesses were tricky beasts and to lower one's guard could bring a quick end. Angela had been rather laid back in the void, but now that she had a kingdom to defend it definitely changed things. Annoyingly, the queen didn't even seem to take in Catra's defensive position, and merely waved over a maid. Soon enough Catra found herself sitting in front of a spread of cakes and two cups of a weird brown substance that she'd never seen before. "I assume that you're hungry after everything."

Catra snarled and pushed away from the food, ignoring the pain from her shoulder from the abrupt action. She couldn't deny that she was hungry and that it had been a while since she had last eaten, but she knew it was foolish to accept unvetted foods from your enemies. "How do I know that you haven't poisoned anything here?" Catra asked accusingly as she eyed up the food before her. Sitting here hungry while food sat before her was more annoying than being patient. These rebellion princesses could be rather evil as well it seemed.

"Why would I poison the one who saved me?" Angella asked, rolling her eyes as if Catra had just asked a stupid question. However, at Catra's frown, Angella sighed and went for a different approach. "I don't do poison. If I wanted to get rid of you I would have done it while you were asleep. I'm providing food because you look famished and I want to at least try to be a good hostess."

Catra glared at her and watched as Angella merely looked at her with a disinterested gaze as the queen enjoyed her food and drink. After a few seconds of stalemate, Catra gave in, carefully reaching out for the nearest cake and shoving it into her mouth. The instant that the cake touched her tongue she spat it out, the sickly sweet taste still clinging to her. Angella didn't comment, but instead pushed over a tray of round crackers and gestured for Catra to take one. It took a while before she could, but eventually, Catra took a tentative bite into one before sighing and grabbing the whole tray for herself and made quick work of devouring them all.

"The tea is bitter and hot," Angella warned as she pushed over the liquid. "Just sip it. If you don't like it we have other things you can try. However, I've found that it's a good drink to calm the mind and bring clarity."

Catra cautiously picked up the ceramic cup, eyeing the liquid as she pondered it, before shrugging and cautiously sipping a small amount of the liquid. The bitter taste hit her, but before she could react she felt another odd taste join it. She quickly swallowed the strange substance before taking another larger sip, and before she knew it the cup was completely empty. "That's a strange drink." She commented, raising an eye at Angella. "What is it?"

"It's tea," Angella responded simply, sipping at her own drink with seemingly no care in the world. Catra just raised an eyebrow, forcing Angella to provide a more specific answer. "Boiling water infused with leaves from a plant."

Catra tried a few more of the food on offer before her. taking Angella's unspoken gestures to avoid the more sweet options. Soon enough she was more full than she had ever been in her life and was lying on her back, trying to pretend that her shoulder wasn't throbbing painfully from the effort.

"I have to admit, I had quite a few questions that I want to ask you, but I also recognize that you may not want to answer them," Angella noted as she settled her drink back down on the table and settling herself back in her own seat, giving Catra some much-desired space. "Can I ask you something?"

"It's not like I am in any position to stop you," Catra muttered sourly, her sore shoulder beginning to dissipate as she laid there, resting her eyes.

"Why did you do this?" Angella asked Catra couldn't help wincing at the soft tone. "You could have just passed the rebellion a message and none of this would have been your issue anymore. Surely you could trust that She-ra was strong enough to stop them from opening the portal."

"I wasn't trying to stop them," Catra replied as she rolled her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her. "I wanted revenge on Adora for abandoning the Horde, so I took away her battle and She-ra's reason for existence. And it worked perfectly. Getting revenge and killing Shadow Weaver and Hordak was a good bonus."

"You did this to make SheRa pointless?" Angella asked incredulously, rolling her eyes at the situation. "So let me get this right, you vanquished all who would threaten us, halted a literal army from taking over, and brought peace to our lands. You even managed to make the Horde enter peace talks with us. However, you claim you did all of this as a mere side effect to your real goal, trying to take away She-Ra's reason for existence. Is that correct?"

"Well, I couldn't beat her in a battle," Catra complained as she slumped over on the pillow, too tired to summon the effort required to shove the annoying queen out of the room. "So if I couldn't beat her, I had to hurt her some other way, obviously. I don't get why this is such a difficult concept for you goody-two-shoes idiots to get. I wanted Adora to know what it was like to have the one thing you care about taken away. All she cares about these days is that stupid sword and her stupid powers, so I made them useless. What is she going to do with a magic sword with no army to fight against? She loses, I win."

"I wonder if you really see your actions as some form of ultimate revenge?" Angella leaned closer to Catra's form, laying a hand on the feline's shoulder. She wasn't surprised to feel nothing but skin and bones hidden under the thin layering of fur. "I'm sorry to say, you didn't exactly get your revenge against the princesses. This is pretty much everything we hoped for."

"This isn't about your stupid rebellion, this is about me." Catra shot back, angry that they would so utterly ignore the brilliance of what she had done. "I didn't do any of this to help you. I didn't even do this to hurt you. Your stupid rebellion does not matter to me. I did this to hurt those who deserve to be hurt. Your survival was an accident, and an unintended one at that."

"You seem hell-bent on ensuring that we blame you for everything?" Angella commented, pulling her hand away from Catra's half-hearted bite. "Even though everything you have done this week has been incredibly beneficial to us.

"And you seem hell-bent on ensuring that you see me as some sort of good guy," Catra responded bitterly. "I'm not a hero. I didn't plan on saving you. I don't care what happens to the Rebellion. I don't care if every princess died. All I wanted was to get revenge on those who wronged me. You're the good guys, but I am not on your side. I am a bad guy. Just because I killed your enemy doesn't make me one of you stupid goody-two-shoe good guys."

"Who said that we were the good guys?" Angella chuckled. Catra paused and shot her a confused look, was the queen being deliberately stupid. "We've been at war with the Horde for over a decade. I can't pretend that my side never did anything bad. It's war. Many have died for bad reasons. Neither the Rebellion nor the Horde can say for even a second that they were fighting from a place of good. We all wanted to win. We all wanted the other side to be eliminated. There isn't much room for a good or bad side in conflict. I might say that my side had the moral high ground, but even that is hard to justify."

"You're all princesses and stuff. You have the be the good guys." Catra protested.

"Why?" Angella asked. "Why assume that the world is perfectly black and white?"

"Because it's the only way that any of this makes sense," Catra yelled, shoving the food away from herself, uncaring that the spread fell ruined to the floor. "If there is no good and bad, then Adora didn't need to leave me behind. If you aren't on the side of good, then Adora didn't need to leave the Horde. She could have stayed with us, with me. The only way any of this makes any sense is if I am on the bad side, and Adora left to go be on `the good side. I refuse to believe that she could ever leave me for any other reason, and I am not going to let you take this away from me. I don't care about what happens to me next."

"Surely you don-" Angella tried to cut in.

"I made my peace with this a long time ago." Catra shot back, before slumping over in her bed, the energy stolen away from her. "I don't get to have a happy ending. Be it death or prison. I'll be honest, I never really planned on living this long to find out what was at the end of the road."

"What if I could give you a way out?" Angella asked quietly. "A way to let you live."

"I wouldn't take it," Catra muttered, refusing to even look up at the queen. "I don't have a future. I am an enemy of Brightmoon, a reject from the Crimson Waste, and a defect from the Horde. If you let me leave today I would have nowhere to go. So I will stay here and face up to the repercussions of everything I have done. Happy? "

"So be it." Angella smiled sadly and pulled herself back to her feet with care. "In two hours you will be brought to my court and you will have to face the result of everything you have done."

Catra refused to even look at the queen, still trying to keep some small semblance of control over herself. If she was going to die, she was going to do it with as much dignity as she could muster. She heard the doors close and allowed herself to fall into the soft bedding around her. "Two hours and this can finally end," She muttered miserably to herself.

Catra was not surprised to find out that Brightmoon's more casual leadership also extended out to their schedules. It somehow took closer to three hours before she heard the tell-tale sound of armor shifting signaling the arrival of her armed escort. She pulled herself to her feet carefully, wincing as her sore body made its discomfort known, as she tried to put on her best casual stance. However, her mock disinterest was shattered when the door to the chamber opened as she found herself face to face with Adora fully changed in her She-ra form. She was quite proud of how well she suppressed her wince at the sight of the overpowered goddess before her.

"Hey Adora, I guess you're here to escort me?" Catra asked carefully. Though even as she said it, she knew that there was something else clearly at play as Adora didn't have her sword with her and no armor adorned her at all. Instead, the armor she had heard was from the two guards standing behind her.

"Not exactly," Adora replied sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Glimmer thought that you weren't going to do a good enough job defending your act-"

"So she got you to defend me," Catra cut in angrily. "For once, can't I just do something without someone else calling me an idiot and trying to st-"

"I'm not defending you," Adora yelled back at Catra. "The Queen just thought that you should know that the result of this trial is going to affect more than just you. You're not the only Horde soldier who has done an awful lot of questionable things. Scorpia and Entrapta deserve to have the best chance to be judged fairly, and they aren't the only ones. My position here isn't exactly perfect, I was brought up by the Horde as well. If you prove yourself to be beyond help, they are going to be questioning whether I am. So stop thinking about just giving up yourself, and think about protecting everyone from the Horde."

Catra fell silent, the complaints falling silent as she realized what Adora had just said. She couldn't believe that the queen had once again decided to try and control her life, so much for her chance to finally be able to control her own life. Instead, she was once again being controlled by someone who thought that they knew better than she did on how she could live her own life.

"She thinks that I'll defend myself, to defend you and the others?" Catra asked in disbelief. She couldn't help rolling her eyes and the stupidity of the whole situation. Unfortunately, Adora looked rather worried about the whole thing. Their relationship might have been incredibly strained, but Catra couldn't just ignore her worries "Look, Adora. You have nothing to worry about. Queen sparkles isn't going to ever let you be punished for something you didn't do. You've basically been their only saving grace for over a year. They owe you basically everything for risking your life protecting their stupidity."

She pulled herself to her feet and stepped closer to Adora, resting a hand on her sorta friend's shoulder. "I'm going to be thrown into a prison for the rest of my life, that's certain." She told Adora simply. "They would never do that to you. If they do, then they are no better than the Horde and I'll take care of them as I did with Hordak and Shadow Weaver. Okay?"

Adora was shooting Catra quite an odd look and was clearly uncomfortable with what she had just said, a fact that was made worse by the shuffling of the guards behind her. Catra would be the first to admit that maybe telling some loyal guards that she was planning on committing regicide wasn't the smartest idea she had ever had. "You two can just pretend you didn't hear that," Catra told them with a wave of her hand, though internally she was wincing at the stupidity of that. Hopefully, they would just think that the girl who killed two leaders of the Horde was just joking about killing their queen.

"Catra, this isn't a joke or something you can pretend won't happen," Adora told her, her voice noticeably wavering from nerves. "You can't just ignore what is happening here and give up. You deserve more than that. But if you give up, they might have no choice but to imprison you."

Catra lowered her eyes at Adora's nervously smiling face. "Seriously?" Catra asked annoyed at Adora's stupidity. "I nearly killed Brightmoon's queen, helped torture its princess, and personally led every major attack against your Rebellion over the last two years. What exactly do you think is going to happen? Just imprisonment would be merciful."

"You aren't the only ex-horde soldier, Catra," Adora replied with a groan. "Sure, this isn't going to work out perfectly for you, but they aren't just going to throw you into a cell for the rest of your life. That isn't how they do things here."

"Fine, think what you want," Catra muttered as she moved past her, the two guards standing aside to let them begin the short journey to Catra's end. "Let's just get this over and done with." Adora quickly caught up with her and the two walked in relative silence, only the sound of the quiet metalling shuffling of the guards' armor behind them interrupting it. However after a minute Catra couldn't allow the silence to remain, and if she was going to be locked up forever she really had to ask. "Why are you all tall and gold at the moment? If you're really going to be helping me, shouldn't you also not be in your She-ra form?"

"I'm not helping your defense." Adora sounded rather annoyed with Catra. "They aren't going to let me in there. Glimmer and Angella actually agreed on something for a change and overruled me. Sorry." Silence fell once again as they continued their short journey, soon reaching the rather ominous doors that stood between Catra and the Council chambers. "Good luck, Catra."

"I'm not going to need luck, Adora." Catra sighed to herself, resting her hands on the doors' handles. She looked back at Adora, taking in the worried face she was shooting her way. Catra knew that she couldn't just ignore her friend when she was like that. "Whatever happens, I deserve what comes my way. No matter the outcome, it would still be better than any punishment Shadow Weaver would have given me. So don't worry. This literally can only be an improvement over that."

And with that Catra shoved open the doors to face her end.

Like everywhere else within Brightmoon, the Council Chambers were irritatingly bright. So bright that Catra was forced to actually squint as she entered the chambers to avoid getting completely blinded. The solder within her screaming out that she was walking directly into a trap. She wasn't happy to walk into the chambers and find herself face to face with those she had attacked in the past. Naturally, she barely held back a grown as she saw the princesses assembled before her.

"It's about time the furball got here," A young and annoyingly whiny voice called out from nearby. Catra turned and was unsurprised to see Frosta, the youngest of all the princesses, sitting in a slump and looking like a bored eleven-year-old, mostly because she was, in fact, a bored eleven-year-old. Of course, as soon as she locked eyes on Catra, she perked up in a worrying amount of glee. Catra groaned, so apparently that made it four princesses she would have to put up with for this farce of a court.

"Shut it before I shut you," Catra snarled back, receiving an unimpressed face and a rude gesture that was entirely inappropriate for a child to make.

"Stop arguing you two." Glimmer called out, a clear edge of exasperation creeping into her voice. Clearly, Catra was not the only one who had been trying her patience today. She gestured for Frosta to sit back down, audibly giving a sigh of relief as the youngster complied with the unspoken demand. "Alright, Catra. You are here to be judged on your actions both while within the Horde, and your actions after. Each princess here today will represent those that have been affected by your actions and will provide individual sentences that will hopefully address everything owed. I assume that I don't need to introduce everyone else here tonight"

"I know them all." Catra rolled her eyes before pointing at each princess in turn. "Happy, Sarcastic, and child" Perfuma didn't look all that put out by the inappropriate description, though Mermista and Frosta were decidedly less happy about it.

"Would you please take this seriously?" Glimmer had advanced to rubbing her face into her palm, clearly regretting her decision to deal with Catra. "This is an important ceremonial court to ensure that the remnants of this war are properly dealt with to avoid repercussions from our respective kingdoms. So take it seriously and actually do what is required of you instead of what I expected of you."

"Just hurry up and sort it out. We all know this trial is a farce anyway." Catra shot back in irritation over Glimmer's annoyingly extensive speech. "I'm here to get judged, not bored to death through a neverending lecture. So hurry up and tell me that I'm going to be locked away already."

"Do you honestly think we're going to do what you want us to do?" Frosta shot back, just as angrily. "You're here to face our judgment for your actions. You might want us to throw you in a pit and forget about you, but we're not going to let you get away with everything that easily. So shut up, listen, and accept the sentences that we are going to hand out."

Catra glared back but wisely kept her mouth shut, though it took a fair amount of effort to bite back the retort sitting on her tongue. Sure, she wanted them to hurry up and sentence her to oblivion, but from the glares, she was receiving from the princesses assembled before her soured her mood. Adora would be pretty annoyed at her if the others killed her because she couldn't hold her tongue for a few minutes.

"Okay, now that we have the greeting out of the way I am going to outline the actions attributed to Catra's actions." Glimmer began before Catra cut her off.

"Look can't we just skip to the decision part already," Catra complained. "Everyone knows what I did."

Glimmer took a deep breath and stared up into the ceiling, muttering something quietly to herself. "If you want to, we can skip to the next step and just make our individual assessments against you, would you prefer that?"

Catra shot a sardonic look and rolled her eyes, gesturing for Glimmer to continue.

"Okay." Glimmer turned to the other three princesses beside her. "Write down what you believe she deserves and I'll provide a summary before we issue the result, agreed?" The three other princesses merely nodded before dutifully began writing down their decisions, Frosta pausing and raising an eye as she studied Catra.

"Stop glaring and hurry up and sentence me to imprisonment," Catra growled at her.

"They aren't allowed to talk to you while recording their judgments." Glimmer responded, scrawling out her own decision and not even bothering to look up at Catra.

"Aren't you doing the same?" Catra pointed out, smirking at the clear hypocrisy on display before her.

"Shut up." Glimmer muttered with barely any effort before finishing her assessment with a signature, folding the card in half to hide her words. Soon enough all four princesses were finished and Catra once again was their focus.

"Okay, we will be issuing you a summary assessment however I think there is something rather important that you seem to have really not understood." Glimmer told Catra, not even bothering to keep the disdain from her voice. "You are here to be judged, but probably not to the criteria you expect. Things aren't that straight forward when you are at war."

"I nearly killed your mother, I ordered the attacks and personally led the attacks on Brightmoon and Salenias. I already know I'm getting locked up for a few years at least." Catra replied with an eye roll. "If this is some effort to make me apologize for my actions, just know that I am never going to."

"We're not here to talk about those attacks." Glimmer pointed out awkwardly. "See this is why I wanted to spend some time explaining what we are doing here. We're not here to punish you for anything you did against the Rebellion when following the orders of Hordak, or really even the attacks you decided on and followed through. We're here to judge whether your actions during and after the war went beyond what you needed to do to support your side. We're here to determine if you committed any war crimes, not whether you fought against us."

"What's the difference?" Catra asked, completely lost where they were going with this. "I attacked you and your friends. How does it make any difference?"

"You attacked us out of some misguided effort to support the Horde." Glimmer explained with a huff. "It was war. I can't just write off everyone in the Horde because they were unlucky enough to be stuck on the losing side of this stupid mess. Honestly, most of the Horde was brought up from childhood to fight against us, I can't for an instant pretend that any of you were in a position to leave it, or even know there was another side to join. I can't even pretend that my side is perfect and that we are the right ones in this whole thing. All I know for sure is that we won, and the Horde lost. So I am in a position to better judge whether your conduct during the war constituted a real definable crime."

Glimmer winced as Catra glared at her. "Look, you did a lot of bad things during this war. But none of them really got anywhere close to a true crime against war. You didn't enslave children, you didn't torture captives, you barely even killed anyone."

"I tried to destroy all of reality." Catra shot back, momentarily wondering whose side she was supposed to be on in this debate. "That counts."

"If you intended to destroy all of reality and succeeded, I might agree. But you failed, thankfully." Glimmer replied, biting her lip as she ran through Catra's words. "I'm not entirely convinced that you were trying to destroy all of reality, you just were stupidly reckless and negligent. So we're in a bit of a difficult position to properly assess your actions. Hence why the other princesses are here to help me decide."

"So what have they decided then," Catra asked, her mouth twisted as she pondered Glimmer's words. "A few months of imprisonment and community service? That isn't enough for nearly destroying all of reality. It's barely a punishment at all."

Glimmer rolled her eyes and gestured to Perfuma, who passed her slip of paper to Catra. "You attacked me a few times, but I feel that this is a good response to what you did," Perfuma told Catra with a soft smile.

Catra raised an eyebrow and took the slip of paper from Perfuma, shaking slightly as she held a quarter of her future before her. She swallowed nervously and carefully unfolded the slip of paper, trying her best to stop herself from shaking. Was she going to lose everything again? Was she going to be humiliated? She opened the paper and lifted up to her view before frowning as it came into view. The paper was completely blank. She checked the other side and found it too equally blank. Wordlessly she looked back at Perfuma in confusion.

The princess merely shrugged. "You personally did nothing to me or my kingdom. The few attacks I did experience were led by us into your territory except for the attack on Brightmoon. However, even that attack didn't violate any of our laws that apply during the war. So I have no sentence to give you. The most I can say if that I'd prefer a day warning if you want to enter my region so I can ensure my people are aware of your presence."

Catra had no words, her face a picture of confusion as she let the paper drop from her grip, returning her focus back to Glimmer, however, the sparkling princess didn't say anything, merely gesturing for Mermista to provide her judgment. This time Catra didn't get passed the paper, Mermista instead opting to open it and show her that the paper was indeed blank as well. Mermista said nothing, merely rolling her eyes and tossing the blank sheet to Catra before getting back to her feet. "I'm going to get a drink." She muttered before leaving, seeming uncaring about the look of irritation shot her way from Glimmer.

Catra blinked a few times before turning to Frosta, suddenly realizing that antagonizing the young ruler was about to royally bite her. "My paper isn't blank," Frosta responded with a smirk, Glimmer having the decency to look worried at her words. "I thought about everything you did, how you ruined my party. I have to admit that none of it really counts as a war crime, but it still annoyed me. So I have a little bit of revenge that you are obligated to follow to the letter. Enjoy." With those words Catra found herself looking at one of the more horrifying punishments an eleven-year-old could come up with.

"You do realize that I killed Shadow Weaver by tearing our her through with my bare claws, right?" Catra asked as she glared at the young princess. "I could always do the same to you."

"Please, that barely even counts as a punishment. I'll even give you a month to do it." Frosta shot back, Catra groaning in response. "You have no choice in the matter."

"I am not kissing Bow, that seems like more a punishment for Bow than me anyway," Catra complained as she tried to ignore the laughter coming from Glimmer and Perfuma that was clearly triggered by her discomfort. "Oh shut up. You're just annoyed you didn't think of anything to write down."

"Oh cheer up Catra." Glimmer chuckled as she pulled out her own judgment. "My paper isn't blank. After all, I am the only one who experienced an actual war crime connected to you. I was tortured after you kidnapped me, and you are the direct reason my mother was nearly erased from existence." Catra winced at the accusatory tone thrown her way, and for the torture reminder. At the time she had just been relieved that someone else was getting hurt for a change.

"At least someone's going to punish me," Catra muttered.

"Unfortunately you had to make this much more difficult than it needed to be by killing the person who tortured me and giving me a method to save my mother. You also were not in charge during my interrogation so even that doesn't fall on you. " Glimmer continued with a mock sigh. "Then you made everything a muddled mess by saving everyone, forcing a peace between the Horde and the Rebellion, and basically doing everything you can to fix every problem we had. So you've made working out a sentence much more difficult than I expected. So here if my final judgment." Catra steeled herself and tried her best to be as stoic as possible. She had basically torn Glimmer's family apart, she knew that leniency was unlikely.

"Catra, you have committed a lot of acts that have made you the undisputed enemy of the rebellion. However, you have also managed to achieve something that we never thought possible, a cease-fire between the Horde and us." Glimmer sounded rather exasperated by the whole mess. "So as part of my judgment, I have to be aware of any potential dangers that you may represent, as well as the safety of others within my kingdom. I also have to understand the political choices that sit waiting behind the verdict. There were quite a few who agreed that you deserve imprisonment, but life isn't that simple. After taking everything into account, including your own demands for personal retribution, I have determined that you failed to commit anything that reached the height of being a genuine war crime. However, your lack of apology or remorse for your actions that led to the temporary loss of Angella shows that I can't simply allow you to be free."

"So what are you going to do?" Catra asked, annoyed with the wandering speech, wishing that the annoying queen would get to the point. "Am I banished, imprisoned, cast into eternal sleep?"

"Stop interrupting, also that sounds horrible. No, we are not going to kill you." Glimmer sighed unfolded the paper and held it out for Catra to read. "My judgment is not something you want, but it is definitely something you need. You are hereby ordered to remain within the grounds of Brightmoon and attend daily meetings with Angella or myself where we will require that you answer questions and work through your answers."

"You've sentenced me to a year of therapy?" Catra asked, her fur bristling in irritation at the mere idea. "I am not some weak idiot who needs to talk out their feelings. I am a Horde Commander who h-"

"Who has been raised as a kid to be a soldier and who had precisely no concept of how to be a functional member of society." Glimmer yelled over her, cutting Catra off. "You're not even going to be the only one I give this order to. I'm going to be forcing Adora to do this as well, though she will probably do it voluntarily if you're doing it as well."

Catra remained silent as she read over the schedule that Glimmer had given her. Was this really how this was all going to end? "Isn't there any other option at all?" Catra asked, barely able to keep herself from sounding pathetically desperate.

"The other option is to have Scorpia as your therapist." Glimmer offered.

There was a long silence before Catra gave the only response she could.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Glimmer."