You're right. Cat's betrayal has taught me one thing. That Band-Aid is going to hurt when he peels it off of his fur. I don't know how that relates to the situation, but I'm sure there's a connection somewhere.
Cat wouldn't betray me, would he? I helped him in his time of need! I saved his life. Wait... He has nine lives, I did nothing for him! I wasted a Band-Aid on his furry, traitorous head!
I'm the commander, not the intelligence officer! Find a way around this little... inconvenience. I'm sure he has a secret tunnel somewhere around there. How else could he have reclaimed the throne without anypony noticing him walk right back in?
Ah, um, you have returned at a most... inconvenient time. My army was greatly organized before this accident, you see... I knew I should have hired a more component explosives expert.
A free-for-all would be pure chaos. The only way to win is to amass an army. I am currently accepting applicants. Health benefits are available, salary is negotiable; to be discussed.
I believe you'll find it a bit... darker, than how you left it. Devastating confetti bombs are just the beginning of this war. I am assuming direct control.
When all others lay broken and defeated at my feet, and I claim the last post. That moment could be now, if you choose so. If only your wish to prevent harm to others comes before your desire to claim victory. The choice is yours.