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Not pictured: half a dozen sketches in my sketchbook as I try and get a handle on his Vibe 

also not pictured: the three seperate times I wanted to break my laptop in half when it refused to work 

Glimmer must see her crossing the bridge, because she hears bells, her name, and then she’s being grabbed. One upside down teleport later, she’s deposited onto the floor of the war room, groaning.

“Why.”

“Sorry!” Glimmer helps her up. “But it’s really important. Bow?”

Bow is sitting with Angella, almost vibrating with an anticipation. “It’s a long story, but we managed to capture a bot and not destroy it so I could bring it back and study it, and the tech in it was melded with First One’s tech and — well, we think Entrapta might be alive.”

They’re all a little surprised when Catra simply sighs, dropping into a chair. “Yeah. Adora told me.”

“What?” Glimmer’s expression morphs into one of fury. “When?”

“Last month. After I hung up with you guys the second time. Bots must’ve had a tracker in them. We had the usual fight, you know, about which one of us is on the wrong side, and she made a comment about how at least the Horde doesn’t abandon people and…”

Catra’s voice drifts off, and she shrugs. “How could you not tell us? We need to rescue her! She could be hurt or-or—”

“She’s not a hostage,” Catra says simply, staring at the table. “The Horde has amazing tech, she’s having the time of her life. She’s the one who messed up the black garnet and set everything out of whack.”

“Entrapta… is working for the Horde?” Bow sounds like someone has just pulled the rug out from under him. “Entrapta betrayed us?”

“We betrayed her when we left her behind,” Glimmer says quietly.