[the scene is a cell in which a woman with long black hair, crimson garments, and a cracked mask rests. Catra approaches the door with a tray of food. her hair is longer and she looks about two years younger than she is now]

Catra: [standing at the door with a tray of food] So, have you come up with anything to save your skin?

Shadow Weaver: You know I haven't. [raises her head and glares while Catra walked over]

Catra: [drops the tray in front of her with a smug smirk]

Shadow Weaver: Why do you insist on delivering my meals yourself? Surely, you have more important things to do.

Catra: [leans against the wall and crosses her arms] I guess I just like seeing you in shackles.

Shadow Weaver: We both know that's not the only reason. What do you want, Catra?

Catra: [turns to face her] Why..? [pauses and sighs] Why did you treat me like the way you did? Why was I never good enough? Really, I wanna know.

Shadow Weaver: [looks away] Because you remind me of myself. You always have. Nothing was ever easy for me either. I wasn't born to power like Adora and the others. I had to earn my power, fight for it. Why should it be any different for you?

Catra: I was a child when you took me in. What could I have possibly done to deserve the way you treated me? [she went to her knees, sitting in front of Shadow Weaver] I am nothing like you. You are old, and bitter, and weak.

Shadow Weaver: Ah. But you are like me. And just like me, you're losing your position with Hordak. I can see that even from my cell.

Catra: You don't know what you're talking about.

Shadow Weaver: You're being pushed out.

Catra: I am not. It's just Entrapta understands all that tech stuff. [pauses for a moment in realization]

Shadow Weaver: Come here. [she opens her arms in offering, looking at her understandingly]

Catra: [glances at her before looking away in contemplation, slowly moving closer to her]

Shadow Weaver: [gently strokes Catra's hair] She's earned his trust. How did you let this happen? Don't you see? I want you to go further than I did, but you need to be smarter than me. Stronger than me.

Catra: [pleadingly] Then help me. Come up with something so you can stay.

Shadow Weaver: [cups the side of her face, letting Catra lean into it] I will try. [she takes her hand away again and moves away] But I'm tired now. Come back later. Please.

Catra: [blushes faintly and hugs herself, getting up and opening the door to leave, tapping a button to a recording ear piece she had in with a slight smile as she leaves]

[some time later, Catra returns to the cell, takes a deep breath, and then enters]

Catra: Uh, okay. I know it hasn't been that long, but I figured we could brainstorm together. [she then paused, her smile falling as she looked in the cell to see Shadow Weaver standing with her back to her]

Catra: Come on, two devious minds such as ours are-- [she went to put her hand on Shadow Weaver's shoulder, pausing as her hand went right through the illusion] Huh? [she reached forward, her hand going right through it again]

Catra: [gasps in realization] You were just using me all along. [she curled in on herself and growled before lashing out, clawing at the illusion and it disappearing as she crumbled to the ground]

Catra: [she grunted and punched the ground before noticing the symbol on the floor, swiping it away and breaking down in tears, shouting as the camera panned out from her to outside]