Chapter 22: Betrayal

Brittni tread lightly as she stepped into Hordak's sanctum. Although she had a great deal of confidence, her bodily functions declared otherwise. She started sweating, and her anxiety grew from each step she took towards Hordak. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that getting information from Hordak about Horde Prime was essential in preventing or at least preparing for his arrival. After many more steps, Brittni scanned the area of conduits and power relays looking for Hordak and found him at his workbench. She approached carefully, taking slow steps.

"Lord Hordak…?" Brittni said, trying to get his attention without interrupting his work. Brittni saw that near his workbench was a power conduit shaped like a large, vertical pylon. Atop the conduit was an emitter of some sort. There were a great deal of various sized wires that were plugged into the conduit. Brittni was curious as to what kind of machine needed that much power. Discharging from the emitter was some kind of green energy that had formed into some kind of spinning ball. Hordak was eyeing it intently, fixated as though it were his own child. Hordak's fixation was cut soon, however, as a few moments later, the energy fizzled until the energy dissipated. Hordak let out a low grunt that evolved into a louder and more gravelly growl. The wrench that was in Hordak's hands bent under his angry clutch. He slammed the wrench on the workbench, and without looking at Brittni, finally responded.

"What is it, Nurse Brittni?" Hordak demanded in an impatient tone. Brittni took a breath in and took a shot at building rapport.

"I… don't mean to intrude, Lord Hordak, but can I ask you what that power conduit was generating?" Brittni inquired. Hordak turned his head towards Brittni while still gripping his workbench and showed his scowl.

"It is of no concern of yours, nurse. Now tell me why you are interrupting my work!" Hordak vociferated. Brittni shuddered from Hordak's scowl, and suddenly remembered why she was so afraid to enter his sanctum. Nevertheless, Brittni posed the question:

"By any chance, were you making a portal?" Brittni inquired. For the first time in Brittni's life, she saw an expression on Hordak's face that was neither a scowl nor blank. It was an expression of utter surprise. Hordak let out a deep gasp and fully turned towards Brittni, and began walking towards her. Once he was within a foot of her face he looked down on her.

"How could you possibly have known that?" Hordak inquired, suspiciously. The sweat began forming around Brittni's forehead. She swallowed hard and continued.

"Lord Hordak…" Brittni sighed, "I know about Horde Prime." Brittni admitted. Correspondingly to the moment that Hordak displayed an expression of shock, Brittni witnessed another unprecedented facial feature of Hordak:

Fear.

Hordak trembled for a few moments, taking a couple awkward steps away from Brittni. His vocal shudders were so uncharacteristic that Brittni began to be frightened. Suddenly Hordak's fear turned into anger. He took the steps back towards Brittni and grabbed her shoulders. Peering into her face a few inches away, his hot breath let out a low growl.

"Who have you been talking to? How do you know about Horde Prime?!" Hordak yelled.

"I'll tell you everything! Please, Lord Hordak, you're hurting me!" Brittni exasperated. Hordak grimaced, let go of her shoulders, and took a couple steps back.

"Speak quickly." Hordak commanded, impatiently. Brittni took a deep breath.

"Okay, it's like this…" Brittni began. She then went on to explain her dream last night regarding Oracle. She left out the details with the Monumental Room, Adora being lead to the sword, and allying with the Rebellion, as she felt those would build distrust with Hordak. But she mentioned that Oracle had revealed to her the Horde Empire and Hordak's narrow escape. The more Brittni talked, the more Hordak's countenance changed. It went from a deep scowl to curving more into a frown. His eyes widened in shock, and eventually, terror. Even his mouth began quivering. Brittni was so surprised and disturbed by Hordak's transition that she stumbled on some of the words she used. Eventually, Brittni made a proposition to Hordak.

"...Oracle told me that she has an idea on how to deal with the Horde Empire, but I have to see her by tomorrow." Brittni said, finishing her explanation of everything. At this point, Hordak was sitting on a crate; which was another piece of abnormal behavior that Hordak was displaying. He sat there, rubbing his chin, contemplating everything he had just heard. At this point his face turned more stoic while he considered Brittni's idea.

"Nurse Brittni, I have no reason to trust this… 'Oracle.'" Hordak said as he stood up from the crate. He looked away and continued, "however… there isn't another explanation I can surmise that would explain your knowledge of Horde Prime and my narrow escape…" Hordak let out a breathy sigh and paced around the lab for a few moments, still wondering the next course of action. Finally, he stopped then turned towards Brittni.

"Very well, Nurse Brittni. You say that this woman is close to Elberon? Hmm…" Hordak said, agreeing to her plan. He then added, "I have a supply transport that is leaving relatively soon to Elberon that you will accompany. I will send word ahead to Force Captain Viktor. He is currently the captain of the occupational force there. Once you arrive, he will provide you an escort to this 'Oracle.' Get all the information from her that we need, and immediately report it back to me. Is that understood?" Hordak demanded. Brittni raised her right hand in a salute.

"I understand, Lord Hordak." Brittni said, humbly. Hordak nodded and walked back towards his workbench. When he reached it, Brittni asked one more thing.

"Lord Hordak, forgive me if I'm stepping out of line, but I really need to know… was that a portal you were working on?" Brittni inquired. Hordak let out a low, breathy growl.

"It is… One of the spoils I took from Horde Prime was his portal technology. I had planned on developing smaller portals that would allow our troops and supply lines to move freely from the Fright Zone to any limitless location on Etheria." Hordak declared. He then added, "imagine how quickly we could win this war if we could position troops behind enemy lines without facing any opposition." Brittni took in a deep breath to prepare for the potential backlash that she would receive from her next suggestion.

"I see, that is impressive." Brittni muttered, she then added, "well, Lord Hordak, again, not meaning to overstep my authority, but perhaps until this business with Oracle is finished, we hold off on portals? I just don't know if we might inadvertently open a portal that Horde Prime-" Brittni was then interrupted by a loud growl from Hordak as he shoved an assortment of different equipment from his workbench. He began breathing heavily as he placed his hands firmly on the workbench. Brittni trembled, taking a step back. Hordak let out a deep sigh and without turning to Brittni he spoke.

"You may be right, Nurse Brittni. I will consider your suggestion." Hordak said, almost agreeably. He then added, "now, go and prepare yourself for Elberon. I want results." Hordak muttered. Brittni bowed herself and made her exit out of Hordak's sanctum. When she took the step outside the sanctum she took a few deep breaths. She felt as though she had been underwater from the amount of sweat she had built up and the lack of breaths she took. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and smiled, satisfied that Hordak agreed to the plan, and confirmed everything that Oracle said. She made her way back to her quarters to start packing. When she arrived, she was warmly greeted by Keirnan. Keirnan took notice of the sweat coming down her face and forearms.

"Profusely sweating to the point of almost being hyperhidrosis? Ah, you must've seen Lord Hordak." Keirnan said, jokingly. Brittni rolled her eyes.

"Ha-ha." Brittni said sarcastically. Suddenly, Keirnan's expression changed to horror as he pointed at the door.

"Oh! Lord Hordak!" Keirnan exclaimed. Brittni gasped and immediately turned around… seeing only the door. Keirnan immediately started laughing at his little prank. Brittni turned to Keirnan and glared at him.

"Why, you…" Brittni muttered before she ran at him and wrapped him in a hug while pushing him. Keirnan looked down.

"Um, is this your attempt at attacking me?" Keirnan asked.

"Shut up." Brittni said, giggling. A sudden, incoming transmission cut the pleasant interaction between the adoptive daughter and father. Brittni unhanded Keirnan and patched the transmission through. It was Viktor!

"Ah, Brittni. I just received word from Lord Hordak. Apparently you're coming to Elberon, huh?" Viktor said as his face appeared on the screen.

"That's right! I'm leaving within the hour." Brittni replied.

"You're what?" Keirnan demanded, giving Brittni a disoriented expression. Brittni turned towards him.

"Lord Hordak's order." Brittni replied, casually. Keirnan's eyes widened and he choked on a gasp. He then slowly nodded, knowing that he would never dare cross Hordak. Brittni then tried to reassure Keirnan. She took him by the hand and looked deep into his eyes, "Keirnan, just think of this as a vacation. Trust me when I say, I need to do this. Trust me." Keirnan peered deeply in Brittni's eyes, seeing the truth visibly in her. He let out a sigh and nodded, smiling. This moment, though very tender, didn't last long, as it was interrupted by Viktor clearing his throat.

"*Ah hem,* sorry, I really don't mean to interrupt this precious moment, but that supply transport is leaving pretty soon, Brittni. You're gonna want to board that." Viktor advised. Brittni turned to the screen and glared at Viktor. From what Viktor had seen from Brittni at Elberon, he found it best not to cross her. He simply let out a nervous chuckle then mentioned, "Eh, heh, heh. But, hey, I'll let you two have your moment. See you in a day or so!" Viktor then shut off the transmission. Brittni giggled a bit while Keirnan chuckled.

"Alright, Nurse Brittni. I guess I can't go against Lord Hordak's orders. I guess I'll see you in a few days or so?" Keirnan inquired.

"You will." Brittni said smiling. She walked passed Keirnan towards her room and donned her armor. It had been a while since she had felt the enclosed, protective, and snug feeling of the armor. She exited her quarters and saw Keirnan holding up the bag she packed for her journey to see Oracle. She smiled and took the bag from Keirnan.

"I really hate that you've grown up so much." Keirnan muttered while chuckling. Brittni gave a crooked smile.

"You know… that makes two of us." Brittni said, returning the chuckle. The two hugged for a couple minutes and as they pulled away, Brittni gave Keirnan a thumbs up. He laughed upon seeing such a gesture and returned the thumbs up. Brittni then exited the quarters and made her way to the supply transport. She started up the ramp to the passenger hold for a moment but then turned around. She took one last look around the Fright Zone and sighed. She then smiled.

"Well, time to meet my mom…" Brittni muttered to herself. She then walked into the transport and began her sojourn to Elberon.

Just as Brittni's transport took off, another pulled in…

As the air transport carrying Glimmer and Bow descended onto the vehicle bay's hangar, the loud hum of the air transport slowly mollified into silence. Shadow Weaver and a contingent of soldiers were marching into the vehicle bay to assume control over the prisoners. Team Catra made their way out on the ramp into the vehicle bay. A bound Bow was in tow, but Glimmer was nowhere to be seen. Shadow Weaver narrowed her eyes at the team and moved towards them, gripping Bow's cheeks.

"Mmm…" Shadow Weaver muttered, analyzing Bow's features. He stared at her with widened eyes. Shadow Weaver chuckled, released his face, and continued, "so this is the famous tech master of the Rebellion? I am honored to meet you. With simply a bow and trick arrows…" Shadow Weaver's voice became more agitated and dark as she looked to the soldiers that were with her, "you've made a mockery of the Horde military!" Shadow Weaver yelled to the rest of the troops. Most were taken aback, frozen in place from Shadow Weaver's indignation. Shadow Weaver took a deep breath then calmly added, "Sec Team 1, take this rebel to the lockup." At Shadow Weaver's command, the security team took hold of Bow and started pulling him away.

"Wait! What are you gonna do with Glimmer?! Stop!" Bow protested as he was being pulled. One of the soldiers plunged their energy baton into him and sent a 10,000 volt of electricity into his diaphragm, successfully incapacitating him. Scorpia and Kyle shuddered a bit from seeing Bow get shocked. Catra and Lonnie laughed at his misfortune. Brett, uniquely, simply gazed at him, seemingly apathetic towards Bow's plight. Shadow Weaver interrupted this cluster of emotions by approaching Catra.

"So… you and your ragtag team actually managed to accomplish a task. I would be impressed if I wasn't so surprised." Shadow Weaver declared callously. Catra glared at Shadow Weaver and let out a refrained hiss. Nevertheless, Catra simply nodded. She then added, "and where is the princess? Could you not capture a single princess?" The anger in Catra was building up, but her fear of Shadow Weaver's authority outweighed the anger. Catra let out a low hiss.

"She's still on board in the plasma enclosure. But we need your powers to restrain her." Catra sorely admitted. Shadow Weaver merely scoffed.

"Must I do everything…" Shadow Weaver muttered. Brett was waiting for Catra to stand up for herself. Yell, lash out, do something! But Catra wouldn't. Brett looked around. The rest of the team were too afraid to say anything as well.

But Brett wasn't.

Brett marched over in between Catra and Shadow Weaver, gently moving Catra behind him. She hissed upon being touched but he just simply glared at her, causing her to blink her eyes and take a few steps back. Brett then turned to Shadow Weaver.

"We accomplished this mission because we're among the most elite the Horde has to offer, and we were led by one of the most competent force captains." Brett declared, boldly. Shadow Weaver moved closer to Brett, narrowing her eyes at his, behind her mask.

"Know your place, Saboteur Infiltrator. Your tone is borderline insubordinate… but I suppose you would know much about that." Shadow Weaver seethed out. Brett blinked at her a few times then narrowed his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brett demanded.

"I have watched you your entire life. 'The Observer Twin...' You have never lived up to your full potential. Everybody in the Horde has had to work and train hard to become what they are. Everything has come easy to you, however. You have been both lazy and careless towards training and work. If it weren't for your observation powers, you would have been relegated to janitorial duties. The only reason I've tolerated you is because you do have a gift of observation and learning, which serves as an asset to the Horde. But just because you think you're special, you believed you could get away with anything. I've seen your pranks, your flippant attitude towards authority. Imagine if you were actually passionate about your training." Shadow Weaver snapped. The veins in Brett's neck began to bulge and his breathing became more pronounced and resentful. Shadow Weaver took note of this and continued, "oh, did I finally penetrate that carefree attitude?" Brett grunted in agitation.

"I was promoted after one mission! I singlehandedly upgraded the targeting systems of all our bots! At Elberon, I-" Brett shouted before being interrupted.

"Maybe so. But imagine if you actually put more effort towards your work. I know you take the easy route towards an objective." Shadow Weaver sneered. Brett slowly reached for his energy baton that was holstered on his waist, keeping his focus on Shadow Weaver's face. Shadow Weaver's voice became more distorted, "don't you dare, Infiltration Saboteur. Your job is only to follow orders." Brett's fingers were itching to grab the baton. They hesitated for a moment, but were inevitably retracted back to his side. He let out a sigh and simply nodded.

"Yes, Shadow Weaver." Brett muttered. Shadow Weaver kept her scowl under her mask but lowered her tone.

"Very good. Now, you, Catra, and the rest of your team go write your report. Sec Team 2 and I will escort Princess Glimmer to my chambers. Now, all of you… Go." Shadow Weaver commanded. Brett and team began walking away out of the vehicle bay. Once they made their exit, Catra grabbed Brett's shoulder. She looked to Scorpia, Lonnie, and Kyle.

"You three go write the report. We'll catch up." Catra muttered.

"You got it, Catra!" Scorpia said, jubilantly as she grabbed Lonnie and Kyle and tucked them under her arms.

"Ack! Scorpia! What is it with gigantic hybrid humans lifting us up?!" Lonnie protested, referencing when Rogelio carried her and Kyle away from Brittni.

"Seeya, guys!" Kyle said. Once those three had left, Catra turned to Brett.

"I don't need you to stick up for me…" Catra muttered, bitterly. Brett narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed.

"Look, I know you're not used to it, but it's not a crime to accept help from a teammate." Brett snapped.

"I can take care of myself, Brett! I don't need help from anyone!" Catra snapped.

"You never would've said that to Adora." Brett snapped back. When Brett said that, he almost immediately regretted it. Catra let a slight gasp escape her throat while blinking. A few tears welled up in her eyes. She then glared at Brett.

"Don't say that name around me!" Catra shrieked, letting a couple tears fall out of her eyes. Brett shuddered, having not seen Catra so emotional before.

"Catra, I-" Brett started before being interrupted by Catra.

"Save it! I don't want to hear it!" Catra snapped, wiping away her tears. Brett grabbed Catra's left shoulder with his right hand. Catra hissed at his action, "get your hand off me!" She commanded, flexing her right hands claws and taking a swipe at Brett. He held up his left hand and allowed her claws to scratch the bracer on his armor. This made Catra shudder and retract her claws.

"That one's on me…" Brett muttered. He then sighed and continued, "I'm not the best at this whole listening and comforting thing, so bear with me. Look, I know that you're pissed about Shadow Weaver. Lord knows I am. She thinks we're both unmotivated screwups, even though we've proven ourselves so many times towards the Horde. But I'm being real when I say this: you don't need the validation of the higher ups. I meant it when I said that you are one of the most competent force captains I've ever served under. Forget what Shadow Weaver says." Brett declared. Catra and Brett gazed at each other. For the most part of their lives, they grew up seemingly as strangers. Brett never really liked Adora and because of her association with Catra, didn't think much of her either. Catra was always jealous of the Twins and their powers. Although Brittni was friends with Adora, and tried to be friends with Catra, Catra never opened up to Brittni. But at this moment, Brett and Catra felt a strange connection towards one another. A certain relationship was being formed because of mutual pain between the two. Catra continued to shudder for a moment, then gently lifted Brett's hand off her shoulder.

"...I don't need you to make me feel better, Brett… I've been doing it by myself my entire life." Catra muttered as she walked away. Brett knew that, deep down, Catra was grateful. Gratitude was such a foreign concept to Catra that she didn't exactly know how to respond to it. The majority of her life, all she felt was abuse and so had become conditioned to only respond to that stimuli. Even though Brett understood this and realized that Catra had struggled and suffered, he never did anything to alleviate her pain. Maybe Shadow Weaver was right about Brett being careless. However, Brett wasn't exactly sure why, but he did start caring about how Catra felt right now. Maybe it was because of mutual pain. In a way, he did feel somewhat how Catra felt. She lost Adora, and Brett felt like he was losing Brittni to Oracle.

"Ugh, I must be losing my mind." Brett muttered. He then chuckled and walked to his quarters, hoping to find Brittni…

Meanwhile, back with Shadow Weaver and Sec Team 2's attempt at displacing Glimmer…

Shadow Weaver and Sec Team 2 entered into the air transport with the intention of taking Glimmer back to the Black Garnet Chamber. They first arrived in the passenger hold. As they walked through, a disturbing ambiance pervaded the atmosphere of the transport. It was too quiet. Shadow Weaver held up her hand, commanding her troops to halt. They did so and she looked around.

"What is it, Lady Shadow Weaver?" One of the soldiers asked. Shadow Weaver scanned the area. Something did not set well with her. She felt… magic. Suddenly, the team heard a clanking noise in a room behind them. The soldiers looked and drew their energy batons, but Shadow Weaver kept her eyes forward.

"Go check that out, Jonas." The sec team's captain ordered. Jonas nodded and treaded carefully towards the noise. He opened the door and peered inside. Turning on a light and looking around he found that to the left was a bathtub and toilet, and to the right was a counter with a sink, right below a mirror. Other than basic bathroom commodities, Jonas saw nothing. He turned towards the group.

"Nothing here, Cap-" Jonas started before the group heard that digital wind chime noise. Suddenly, Jonas was pulled inside the bathroom and the door was slammed shut.

"Jonas!" The captain yelled, running to the door and trying to open it. The team could hear Jonas screaming inside until, suddenly, he stopped. The captain gasped and finally kicked open the door, causing it to fly against the wall. He moved inside and raised the energy baton, igniting it to illuminate the area. As he moved his head around he came in contact with something that made him scream. Glimmer was in the bathtub, holding a bloodied Jonas. The captain went to aim his baton at Glimmer, but she dropped Jonas, and punched the captain, knocking him into the mirror, shattering it. The other teammates rushed in while Glimmer was pounding on the captain. They aimed their batons.

"Freeze!" a soldier commanded Glimmer. Glimmer turned towards the soldier and growled. She quickly teleported. As Glimmer teleported, the soldier fired her baton, missing Glimmer but hitting the captain. He let out a scream then a breathy gasp as his body went limp.

"Captain!" The soldier yelled. Glimmer appeared behind the two soldiers and grabbed both of their helmets, bashing their heads together with all the strength she had. Despite their helmets, the adrenaline that was kicking in Glimmer gave her the strength to crack their helmets against one another, incapacitating them. Glimmer started breathing heavily.

"Now that that's over…" Glimmer began muttering before hearing a calm, but sinister voice behind her.

"Oh, this is far from over, Princess." Shadow Weaver said, standing a few feet behind Glimmer. Suddenly, Glimmer felt a binding, black aura, envelope her. As much as she tried to move, the aura would not allow her. She even attempted to teleport, but was met with a stinging pain that encircled her body. Glimmer let out a writhing shout of pain until she fell to the floor.

"Welcome to the Fright Zone… Princess." Shadow Weaver muttered, devilishly.

Meanwhile in the throne room at Bright Moon…

A certain Queen was situated on the throne, sobbing excessively at the abduction of her daughter. Her worst fears had come true. Queen Angella had spent the majority of life attempting to keep Glimmer sheltered and protected from the world. At this moment, she felt like a complete failure. She was given two options by the morning moonrise. Surrender herself and the Rebellion to the Horde, or allow her daughter and tech master to be executed. This was an impossible decision. All of her guards were stationed outside, as she did not want them to see her in this state. The General of Bright Moon, however, needed to receive an answer to the Horde's demands, and as such, walked into the throne room. She came within ten feet of the throne and bowed herself.

"Hail, Your Majesty." The General said, humbly. Queen Angella wiped her tears away and sniffled.

"You… may rise, General Arya." Angella approved. General Arya lifted herself up.

"Forgive me, my Queen. I can only imagine how you feel. I am sorry about your daughter." Arya said, reassuringly. Angella lifted her eyes up to meet Arya's.

"I am going to have to surrender myself, Arya." Angella said, defeated. Arya shuddered.

"No! My Queen, I understand how important Glimmer is to you, but if we lose you, we'll lose the entire Rebellion!" Arya protested. Angella glared at Arya.

"Do not presume to understand my feelings, General! I am going absolutely mad. I know that this is an impossible decision!" Angella snapped. Some more tears came pouring out of Angella's eyes and she sighed, wiping the tears away, "...but I have to put my daughter first. Tell Hordak that I am going to surrender myself. It is the only way that I can have any kind of assurance that Glimmer will be okay." Arya stared at Angella in disbelief. There was no way that Arya could let Angella surrender herself so easily. To that end, Arya put on an act.

"Of course, my Queen, I will send out the communication to Hordak." Arya declared, raising a fist to her chest. She began walking away but turned back for a moment to add, "it… has been an honor serving with you, My Lady." Angella nodded, and Arya exited the throne room and made her way to the communications center. On the way there, Arya had written a false message from Angella. When Arya finished writing the message and entered the comm center, she saw a communications tech awaiting the message to Hordak.

"Greetings, General. Has the Queen reached a decision?" The tech inquired. General Arya let out a deep sigh, feeling guilty for what she was about to do.

"She has. Relay this message to Hordak, per Queen Angella's orders." Arya said as she handed the document to the tech. The tech looked over the document. As he went through the document, his expression went from blank, to shocked, to horrified. He shuddered as he posed his next question.

"This… this is what the Queen wants?" The tech inquired. Arya simply nodded, gravely. The tech let out a sigh and began transcribing the message.

To: Hordak, leader of the Horde,

I am writing this letter in response to your most recent actions against the Rebellion. You have crossed the line in performing the despicable act of kidnapping my daughter and Bow. The Horde and Rebellion have been warring one against another for a great deal of time, but I have never thought that you would resolve to using such cruel methods in order to achieve victory. You think of us as weak and overly sentimental to the detriment of our cause. I need you to know that I love my daughter more than anything, and if you do anything to harm her, I will make sure that you and your Horde will be destroyed. However, the terms you have put on the table are unacceptable. I hereby refuse to surrender myself or the Rebellion. Again, remember that whatever harm you cause my people, I will make sure you and yours suffer much further than you could ever imagine.

I am Queen Angella, leader of the ever-living Rebellion.

After finishing the transcription, the tech looked to Arya with shaky hands.

"Queen Angella really said this…?" The tech inquired.

"All her words… One sacrifice for the lives of everyone in the Rebellion." Arya said, looking away. The tech let out a long sigh then looked at the transcript, hovering his finger over the key to send the message. He hesitated, however, to the chagrin of Arya. Arya eyed the tech, suspiciously and asked, "Is there a problem?" The tech looked back at Arya then stood up.

"I need to ask the Queen about this, there's something not right about this…" The tech said as he began walking towards the exit. Arya turned to him.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Arya demanded.

"Something's wrong. The Queen would never write all that. I need to verify the message with her- AGH!" The tech screamed in pain as Arya plunged her energy baton into his back, sending a wave of voltage through his body. He collapsed onto the floor, smoking. Arya shuddered, angry that she had to do that. She walked over to the communications relay and stared at the message, letting out a deep sigh.

"For the Rebellion…" Arya declared, almost regrettably. And with that, Arya's finger slammed the button, thus sending the message…