"...So what?" Catra isn't following this conclusion. "I should just forget about it?"
She stares at Saturday, her whole body aflame with anxious tension. She wants to run. Or fight. Or both at the same time. She doesn't know. Her usual angry yelling at Adora has been cut off and she doesn't know what that means for her in the moment.
"So Shadow Weaver hurt both of us. So what?" She knows. She knows that's why they're both this way, both so hurt and angry and she can't make herself say anything else. To come to this truth would mean confronting deeper hurts and deeper issues between the pair of them.
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She stares at Saturday, her whole body aflame with anxious tension. She wants to run. Or fight. Or both at the same time. She doesn't know. Her usual angry yelling at Adora has been cut off and she doesn't know what that means for her in the moment.
"So Shadow Weaver hurt both of us. So what?" She knows. She knows that's why they're both this way, both so hurt and angry and she can't make herself say anything else. To come to this truth would mean confronting deeper hurts and deeper issues between the pair of them.