[ Seeing Catra run towards her, not with narrowed eyes full of hate, or smirking at the pain she's about to inflict, but an expression of relief, makes Adora freeze in place. It's a trap, her instincts scream, but it can't be — because she knows Catra too well. For all her ability to lie, to manipulate people (to manipulate Adora, especially), she can't fake that happiness. Wouldn't need to, if she was the one in control here. If she just wanted to torture Adora, there are other, more efficient ways to do it; ones that don't involve humiliating herself in the process by pretending that they're friends, without any sign of her usual mocking attitude.
It's only when Catra reaches for her that her reverie breaks, and she takes a step back, her own eyes wide with shock. The sword acts as a buffer between the two of them; not pointed directly at Catra, but stopping her from getting close to Adora again. ]
What are you talking about? [ Catra sounds so oblivious, like Adora being here isn't (probably) her fault to start with. Even if she somehow is innocent of that particular accusation, the Catra she knows now wouldn't react so... warmly to her presence. Not unless Adora was bound and helpless at her feet, which would at least give her a sick sort of satisfaction, the kind that makes Adora's gut twist in a knot to imagine. ] Of course I'm mad. You—
[ Attacked Bright Moon. Hurt her friends. (Hurt Adora, but that barely matters in the scheme of things.) Kidnapped her, or maybe not, but either way they're both here, and they should be enemies, but Catra is looking at her like she hasn't for almost a year and, and— ]
Just stop it, Catra. Or Shadow Weaver, or Light Hope, or whoever you are. [ If this is a training exercise, or a mind game, she's failed. She's totally, utterly failed, and she can't even try to fight back against it; so-called hero that she is. ] Haven't you done enough already?
[ Can't she have one single day to feel good about herself? To be safe? Tears already pricking at the corner of her eyes, she bites her lip in frustration, tasting blood in her mouth. Maybe this is the lesson, her punishment for being selfish, for thinking that her victory meant anything at all. Next time, she'll do better. She'll be better. But not now. Not with Catra in front of her, wanting to take her to a home that isn't Adora's to go to anymore, and never will be again. She just stares, and waits for the hammer to fall. ]
>confirm eject
It's only when Catra reaches for her that her reverie breaks, and she takes a step back, her own eyes wide with shock. The sword acts as a buffer between the two of them; not pointed directly at Catra, but stopping her from getting close to Adora again. ]
What are you talking about? [ Catra sounds so oblivious, like Adora being here isn't (probably) her fault to start with. Even if she somehow is innocent of that particular accusation, the Catra she knows now wouldn't react so... warmly to her presence. Not unless Adora was bound and helpless at her feet, which would at least give her a sick sort of satisfaction, the kind that makes Adora's gut twist in a knot to imagine. ] Of course I'm mad. You—
[ Attacked Bright Moon. Hurt her friends. (Hurt Adora, but that barely matters in the scheme of things.) Kidnapped her, or maybe not, but either way they're both here, and they should be enemies, but Catra is looking at her like she hasn't for almost a year and, and— ]
Just stop it, Catra. Or Shadow Weaver, or Light Hope, or whoever you are. [ If this is a training exercise, or a mind game, she's failed. She's totally, utterly failed, and she can't even try to fight back against it; so-called hero that she is. ] Haven't you done enough already?
[ Can't she have one single day to feel good about herself? To be safe? Tears already pricking at the corner of her eyes, she bites her lip in frustration, tasting blood in her mouth. Maybe this is the lesson, her punishment for being selfish, for thinking that her victory meant anything at all. Next time, she'll do better. She'll be better. But not now. Not with Catra in front of her, wanting to take her to a home that isn't Adora's to go to anymore, and never will be again. She just stares, and waits for the hammer to fall. ]