Rather daydreamy on Katnappé's part, yes...
&o&o&
Katnappé looked down at her sleeping companion. She had been able to bring him to this hidden cave after dragging him out of Jack's dungeon and using the Golden Tiger Claws that she had found on the site that Wuya had become Flesh - looting wasn't quite as illegal as stealing, was it?
She needed to read up on Law. Maybe she'd become a lawyeress... She gave in to a daydream of a future version of herself - plain old Ashley the lawyer by day, and Katnappé, infamous Cat-burglar (whose exploits covered the news) by night.
A movement to her side woke her up. Raimundo frowned, turned over and started sucking his thumb. Ashley sweatdropped. Why had she rescued this clod? I mean sure, he'd saved her (which was a question in it's self), but she was supposed to be evil after all.
Her mind wandered back into the fantasy future. Maybe she would be one of those 'steal from the rich' types. If she was that good then she'd have to decide on what kind of public image that she wanted. Besides, she thought, the Poor don't have any good stuff. Ashley liked stuff. The rich had more of it, too.
Back to the real problem that she needed to address though, Wuya was a lot more powerful now, and she obviously had it in for Ashley's new friend - Raimundo. This was a key factor in picking sides - Pity, or... She looked down at him once more and drew her knees up to her chest. Other emotions shouldn't decide who you stood by. And standing by a person that someone very powerful wanted dead was a no-no. No. She was getting out of this before it was too late. Wuya would probably never know that she had helped her enemy. It was time to go.
Somewhere deep inside, Ashley sensed that her argument in this soliloquy was flawed, off, somehow - but she didn't dwell on it, knowing that it would weaken her resolve.
She picked up the small pile of Shen Gong Wu that she had found in Jack's lair after knocking him out. Then she looked back, and grudgingly laid a single Item by Raimundo's side. The Sword of the Storm. He should be left with a fighting chance, after all.
Something suddenly caught her eye. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she moved his sleeve to uncover more of his left hand. Scales. Green, snakelike scales that stretched a small way up his arm.
Steeling herself not to stay, Katnappé turned and ran from the cave.
&o&o&
AN: That's this arc's end, but this is a double arc under one name. So there's more. Also, do you think that the rating was correct, or should I knock it down to PG13?
Oh, and penultimate means second-to-last. Like 'ultimate' means 'last'.