Catra actually cracks a smile. A sad, resigned smile that she doesn't really know the source of. It's laughable, really. This whole situation. Another girl moralizing at her. It all seems so familiar. Over and over and over. She's stuck in the same situation and each time she seems to keep coming up wanting.
"I just don't have enough faith in people. No one ever showed me kindness except because they wanted something." Not true. Scorpia. Entrapta. Adora. All of them had been kind and loving and wanted nothing except for her to show the same to them in return and yet she hadn't been able to do that. Was she just broken?
"Doing the wrong things for the wrong reasons? Sounds familiar too." Catra says, hands shifting to cram themselves into her pockets. She doesn't know why. It's comforting, she guesses, when one confesses to being awful. Of course, she's sure all of them can see it in her, in some way. Why bother hiding it?
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"I just don't have enough faith in people. No one ever showed me kindness except because they wanted something." Not true. Scorpia. Entrapta. Adora. All of them had been kind and loving and wanted nothing except for her to show the same to them in return and yet she hadn't been able to do that. Was she just broken?
"Doing the wrong things for the wrong reasons? Sounds familiar too." Catra says, hands shifting to cram themselves into her pockets. She doesn't know why. It's comforting, she guesses, when one confesses to being awful. Of course, she's sure all of them can see it in her, in some way. Why bother hiding it?