[How is it a yes and a no? Either the sword told her, or it didn't. And now on top of giving her super-punching powers, it also supposedly took her all the way to Thaymor?
Catra spares the glowing fog that blankets the sword enough time for a distrustful glance.]
Of course Shadow Weaver cares about you. [Oh she's bitter. Very, very bitter; moreso because of the fact that Adora is now trying to act like she's spurning the same favour Catra's been yearning for her whole life.] You've always been her favourite. You think she'd bother tracking down anyone else?
[Adora's not even that great at things. She's just gullible, and Shadow Weaver loves an idiot who takes orders at face value. Like, seriously -- all Adora had to do was look at a map and think about it for two seconds. Heck, if she'd asked for her input, Catra could've pointed out why the Horde actually wanted Thaymor.
The only thing she's not been wrong about in all of this is that she needs Catra, because that's become pretty obvious. Look at her. It hasn't even been a full day, and without Catra she's 1) found a magic sword; 2) become possessed by its power; 3) listened to its instructions; 4) let it make her think she's a Princess; 5) decided to upend her entire life and turn traitor to the Horde; 6) decided that the Rebellion is the logical place to turn to; 7) thinks that the rebels won't just attack them on sight; 8) hasn't even considered the likelihood that they'll be assumed to be spies; 9) probably hasn't actually realized the lengths Shadow Weaver will go to to get her back; 10) is totally fine with the whole 'Princess' thing.
So, yeah. Adora definitely needs Catra, that's not in question. And... okay, Catra would absolutely be lying if she said that the thought of Shadow Weaver's face when she realizes her precious Adora's defected doesn't fill her with vicious glee.
In the end she groans, slumping dramatically on the roof.]
Fine. But I choose the next plan. [When this one inevitably goes south. Catra's going to pretend that the sick feeling of dread in her stomach is something other than fear, knowing how quickly they're going to die when they come up against a real, actual Princess. At least then Adora will see how wrong she is about herself.]
Now get up, would you? You look like an idiot kneeling down there.
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Catra spares the glowing fog that blankets the sword enough time for a distrustful glance.]
Of course Shadow Weaver cares about you. [Oh she's bitter. Very, very bitter; moreso because of the fact that Adora is now trying to act like she's spurning the same favour Catra's been yearning for her whole life.] You've always been her favourite. You think she'd bother tracking down anyone else?
[Adora's not even that great at things. She's just gullible, and Shadow Weaver loves an idiot who takes orders at face value. Like, seriously -- all Adora had to do was look at a map and think about it for two seconds. Heck, if she'd asked for her input, Catra could've pointed out why the Horde actually wanted Thaymor.
The only thing she's not been wrong about in all of this is that she needs Catra, because that's become pretty obvious. Look at her. It hasn't even been a full day, and without Catra she's 1) found a magic sword; 2) become possessed by its power; 3) listened to its instructions; 4) let it make her think she's a Princess; 5) decided to upend her entire life and turn traitor to the Horde; 6) decided that the Rebellion is the logical place to turn to; 7) thinks that the rebels won't just attack them on sight; 8) hasn't even considered the likelihood that they'll be assumed to be spies; 9) probably hasn't actually realized the lengths Shadow Weaver will go to to get her back; 10) is totally fine with the whole 'Princess' thing.
So, yeah. Adora definitely needs Catra, that's not in question. And... okay, Catra would absolutely be lying if she said that the thought of Shadow Weaver's face when she realizes her precious Adora's defected doesn't fill her with vicious glee.
In the end she groans, slumping dramatically on the roof.]
Fine. But I choose the next plan. [When this one inevitably goes south. Catra's going to pretend that the sick feeling of dread in her stomach is something other than fear, knowing how quickly they're going to die when they come up against a real, actual Princess. At least then Adora will see how wrong she is about herself.]
Now get up, would you? You look like an idiot kneeling down there.