[ She hates hearing the bitterness in Catra's tone, even if it's painfully familiar. Adora could argue that she didn't understand, that she always tried to make Shadow Weaver acknowledge Catra's accomplishments, too. The same argument that got her absolutely nowhere in the Crystal Castle. (It's true, though. She didn't want to be Shadow Weaver's favourite, she had to be, when she knew the price of not meeting those standards.)
Or, she could focus on what she wants to hear, which is Catra agreeing. Not just about the Horde being evil, which was only ever news to Adora, but to come with her, away from it all. To trust Adora more than the only life she's ever known, all because she asked.
I know you're not a bad person, Catra. ]
You really mean it?
[ This still feels wrong, the way things with an air of Shadow Weaver about them always do, but like Catra, she's stubborn enough to forge ahead regardless. Even in the middle of a war, nothing could truly make her give up on winning Catra over... at least, short of a reality destroying portal being set off, and what are the odds of one of those existing?
She-Ra's body or not, the way her eyes sparkle is all Adora, and so is the way she almost trips over her own feet in her sudden rush to follow orders and stand. She waits near the roof with both hands on her hips, beaming up at Catra from below. ]
Okay, okay. You get to be in charge next time. Promise. [ She can have the next plan, and the one after that, and as many as she needs. Catra's plans are usually the opposite of Adora's, and maybe she should be wary of making fresh promises, but it's fine. Adora trusts her, too giddy with relief to pay attention to the warnings carved into her own body of why she shouldn't. ] Hey. Before I go back to being me, you should come and take a closer look at all of this. I know you're curious.
[ It's important that Catra gets used to She-Ra, for... tactical reasons. Maybe she'll like her now that they're on the same side, and no matter how hard Adora tries to temper her expectations, she can't help feeling hope at the idea of She-Ra being a source of comfort for Catra, not resentment. ]
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Or, she could focus on what she wants to hear, which is Catra agreeing. Not just about the Horde being evil, which was only ever news to Adora, but to come with her, away from it all. To trust Adora more than the only life she's ever known, all because she asked.
I know you're not a bad person, Catra. ]
You really mean it?
[ This still feels wrong, the way things with an air of Shadow Weaver about them always do, but like Catra, she's stubborn enough to forge ahead regardless. Even in the middle of a war, nothing could truly make her give up on winning Catra over... at least, short of a reality destroying portal being set off, and what are the odds of one of those existing?
She-Ra's body or not, the way her eyes sparkle is all Adora, and so is the way she almost trips over her own feet in her sudden rush to follow orders and stand. She waits near the roof with both hands on her hips, beaming up at Catra from below. ]
Okay, okay. You get to be in charge next time. Promise. [ She can have the next plan, and the one after that, and as many as she needs. Catra's plans are usually the opposite of Adora's, and maybe she should be wary of making fresh promises, but it's fine. Adora trusts her, too giddy with relief to pay attention to the warnings carved into her own body of why she shouldn't. ] Hey. Before I go back to being me, you should come and take a closer look at all of this. I know you're curious.
[ It's important that Catra gets used to She-Ra, for... tactical reasons. Maybe she'll like her now that they're on the same side, and no matter how hard Adora tries to temper her expectations, she can't help feeling hope at the idea of She-Ra being a source of comfort for Catra, not resentment. ]