[Catra sits on some rocks next to the ocean, right outside a broken sea gate. she is speaking into a badge attached to her outfit, her hair much longer in the memory than it is now]

Catra: [presses her badge, it beeps and buzzes with radio static] Hey, Scorpia. Where are you? It's not like you to be late. [radio static continues; Catra curls her tail around her legs and hugs her knees; quietly] ...Listen, I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but... I thought winning would be...different. Or at least, more... [clicks her tongue] I don't know... Fun?

[radio static continues]

Catra: Come on. You're not still mad about before... Are ya? [frustratedly] Stop being so sensitive. Get over it and talk to me, Scorpia.

[radio static continues]

Catra: ...Scorpia? [almost desperately] ...Scorpia?!

[Catra grunts as she leaps down from atop the statues at the Sea Gate]

[the memory swirls, and suddenly Catra is located in a very technologically advanced looking military base. is shoving a door to a bedroom open, barging inside without any pretense whatsoever]

Catra: Scorpia? [she steps further in] ...Scorpia? [her badge beeps on along with buzzing static, repeating her call over the radio in the badge on Scorpia's bed; the badge beeps off as Catra picks up Scorpia's badge, jacket from the Crimson Waste, and a note]

[Catra flips open the note and gasps lightly; the badge clatters to the floor, along with the jacket flumping and paper fluttering down as Catra drops them]

[the contents of the note remain obscure, but. . . Catra's emotions in this moment are deep and pained: betrayal. abandonment. someone leaving her, yet again]

[and there's nothing she can do about it]