What is Catra supposed to say here? She's already doing her best, isn't she? She's trying and she already lost everything and it hurts so much. Why does it have to keep hurting? She's not even sure she remembers what being really, actually happy felt like in this moment.
"...I..." Catra hesitates. Clenches a fist.
"I'm sorry." Her voice is flat, quiet, subdued. In essence, entirely un-Catra. "I was--I am really hurt. And angry. All that stuff I did wasn't... good. Or right. And I'm sorry." Hesitation. She tries to remember the words she had said to Saturday the other night.
"I don't want to be enemies anymore, but. I don't know if we can be friends again. Right now. I don't know." It hurts. All of it hurts. She wants to just disappear into a hole in the ground or scream or just start running but she can't escape from this and Saturday is right there, a silent pressure for her to do something.
"I felt weak and helpless and scared all the time except for the times you were there." She trails off into uncomfortable silence. What else is there to say?
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"...I..." Catra hesitates. Clenches a fist.
"I'm sorry." Her voice is flat, quiet, subdued. In essence, entirely un-Catra. "I was--I am really hurt. And angry. All that stuff I did wasn't... good. Or right. And I'm sorry." Hesitation. She tries to remember the words she had said to Saturday the other night.
"I don't want to be enemies anymore, but. I don't know if we can be friends again. Right now. I don't know." It hurts. All of it hurts. She wants to just disappear into a hole in the ground or scream or just start running but she can't escape from this and Saturday is right there, a silent pressure for her to do something.
"I felt weak and helpless and scared all the time except for the times you were there." She trails off into uncomfortable silence. What else is there to say?