Saturday shifts her pack on her shoulders before she answers, pulling a strap here, straightening some cloth there.
"You ain't, though," she says at last. "You're alive, you're healthy, an' your mind is your own. You're surrounded by allies. You got your - important person," don't say loved one, don't say loved one; don't draw the connection between Catra and Adora and yourself and Maggie. "We're in a bad patch, but if we put one foot in front of th' other an' keep ourselves sharp, we'll get out of it. All of us."
She means every word, says it with a heroic conviction. It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is never inspiring, no matter how nice it is; there's always blood and bone at the bottom. But the truth she's telling now is the truth that keeps you going. Which, when you get down it, is the only truth that matters.
"I mean, at least Jorg didn't raise ya, right?" She nudges Adora with her elbow in a friendly way. "You can just hate 'em straight out without getting confused. It's the little things like that."
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"You ain't, though," she says at last. "You're alive, you're healthy, an' your mind is your own. You're surrounded by allies. You got your - important person," don't say loved one, don't say loved one; don't draw the connection between Catra and Adora and yourself and Maggie. "We're in a bad patch, but if we put one foot in front of th' other an' keep ourselves sharp, we'll get out of it. All of us."
She means every word, says it with a heroic conviction. It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is never inspiring, no matter how nice it is; there's always blood and bone at the bottom. But the truth she's telling now is the truth that keeps you going. Which, when you get down it, is the only truth that matters.
"I mean, at least Jorg didn't raise ya, right?" She nudges Adora with her elbow in a friendly way. "You can just hate 'em straight out without getting confused. It's the little things like that."