[Maybe this isn't some twisted reality projecting into her own hell. Maybe she truly has gone insane. The absurdity of it all, protecting Catra, telling her to run... and waking up to this.]

[So barely does Shadow Weaver tamp down in time on the laughter threatening to bubble up her throat. Catra truly, honestly knew nothing about the sword if she was making that claim... but Adora quite obviously did the way she brandished it about and ran off.]

[How fascinating. How annoying.]

A chance to examine an artifact radiating magic on the level of a runestone... [Shadow Weaver's posture straightens as she leans a little more forward, looking directly at Catra's face even if the girl (thankfully) wouldn't meet her eyes. The thrill of calling her bluff made a good replacement for feigning the thrill of observing the sword closer.]

How exciting. I should rather like to witness that.

[Your move, ward.]