Adora is fully prepared to walk away from this or keep arguing, whatever she needs to do. She's a little irritated with Saturday, honestly. But she reigns it all in, face set in an annoyed, grim expression. She's wary. She's been burned too many times, she spent too long trying to pull Catra out to think this time will be any different. Until it is. She's not even sure she's hearing this right. Catra's apologizing. She's opening up. It's practically the first time she's ever heard her do that and she's floored.

"Catra..." She says and she has no idea what to say next.

"It's..." She can't say "OK", because none of it was OK. None of what is or will be fine. It's a giant mess of emotions and she doesn't know what to think or how to sort it out and make it right in her head.

"I'm not going to lie. You hurt me a lot, Catra. You threatened and tortured me. My friends. You hurt a lot of people. And... I don't know. I have to - I have to think about that. I have to figure that out..." She trails off and she stares hard at the ground between her feet.

"Catra - I don't know how to say this - this is - I'm surprised."

Ugh. She runs her hands through her hair, acutely aware that she might be making a mistake. But this feels different.

"...I've never stopped caring about you Catra. Ever. I've always missed you. I've always wanted you to be OK and I've always wanted you to be... I don't know. Happy, I guess. So-"

She wants to hug her. Desperately. But she doesn't know if she can handle that or if it would even be a good idea. There's a lot of hurt there, even if she cares about her. Loves her, even.

"...I guess this is a really long way of saying I don't want to be enemies, either."