Saturday can bear some of her own weight. The problem is that her right leg is going numb, and won't obey her commands. She stumbles every time she tries to use it.

"Nah, man, no comparison. However shitty this gets, at least there's not nothin' but bad food, worse beds, an' shock collars waiting on the other side."

She glances over her shoulder. The thing is staring at them, as if considering pursuit. There is a malicious intelligence in the dark pits where its eyes should be, one that makes her shudder and grip Catra's shoulder a little tighter.

"I think it's giving up. We shouldn't slow down, though."