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“I don’t have enough energy to teleport two people!” Glimmer shouted.
Catra knew the Queen was frustrated with herself, but she could not stop the flinch.
Glimmer seemed to notice. She took a deep breath to calm down.
“I…I might be able to cast another spell.” She said hesitantly.
When the building had collapsed, they had been lucky in the fact that they were alive, if slightly crushed.
Catra's right leg was trapped under a large rock, and probably broken. She was stuck lying on her back, if lying was the appropriate word for it. She had been sleeping on the most uncomfortable beds for all of her existence until Bright Moon, and this was a level of discomfort that painted her. She could only imagine Glimmer’s agony.
Speaking of the queen, she was relatively safe, using the last of her teleportation powers to avoid being killed by falling debris.
“Can you teleport yourself out?” Catra asked hoarsely, even if her spell worked, and the Queen had been excelling in magic, they would both die eventually.
“What?” Glimmer hissed in rage, “why would I do that?”
That meant she could. Good.
“Look, your spell, whatever it is, would only be temporary.” Catra stated, “better you live than have both of us die. Besides, it’s my fault you ran out of power.” The Queen should not even be dealing with this problem now, but because of the favor she asked, they were in danger.
Glimmer clearly saw the reasoning, but was simply too rebellious to listen.
“Look, Catra.” Glimmer said with enough emotion to surprise the former Horde Soldier, “either we both get out of here, or neither of us do.” She got a fierce look of determination in her eyes. There was barely enough room to stand in their little pocket of limited air, but because of her exceedingly short stature, the Queen managed.
“Custodire cattus” the Queen, Glimmer, said.
Catra was surrounded by light, before it faded. The pain in her leg she had been compartmentalizing was…less, now. That was probably good. Maybe.
Catra sighed in relief.
“Look, I’m sorry I asked about Shadow Weaver, and that the spell to talk to her backfired, and this is all my fault, and-”
“Catra,” Glimmer said, “It’s not your fault, it’s Shadow Weaver. She has manipulated you since childhood, but you are stronger than her.” Glimmer gave her a soft smile. “We just have to get out of here, then you can ignore her for the rest of your life.”
Catra wanted to argue that ignoring problems did not help, but since that was her main form of healing and Shadow Weaver was dead, she let the temptation slide.
Catra smirked, “then we just need a plan to get out of her.”