[Personal space is the thing that applies to people who are not Catra, and she brushes off Adora's claim for it by turning to face away from her. That's how much she respects you, Adora.]
...Huh. [She's buying it, though. It's a story that's easy to believe only because Catra had a badge in her hand earlier, and absolutely no idea how it got there.]
It's fine, I guess. I just didn't expect you to ditch everything so quickly. [It's kind of unnerving, and both totally like and unlike her. Once Adora has her mind set on something, it's always full steam ahead and nothing can stop her -- but it generally takes a while before she hits that stride. It really raises the question: just how long has she been dying to get out of the Horde, and why didn't she say anything about it any of the (numerous!!!) times Catra complained?
Well. Whatever. There's a moment of pause when Catra looks down at her own belt, the red of the Horde's logo staring back up at her, and she's surprised to find herself feeling -- indecisive about it.
It's stupid. There's nothing there for her. Everything she ever cared about in the Fright Zone is here, standing right behind her. She shouldn't have any problem doing what Adora's done, and just... throw the buckle away.
Instead, she's biting her lip, her tail curling hesitantly near her leg. The Fright Zone's a terrible place, but -- it's home. And Shadow Weaver might be a terrible person, but she's still...
...she's something.
Maybe saying that everything she's ever cared about is right behind her isn't the correct way of putting it. It's probably more accurate to say that it's the only person who's ever cared about her that's here.]
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...Huh. [She's buying it, though. It's a story that's easy to believe only because Catra had a badge in her hand earlier, and absolutely no idea how it got there.]
It's fine, I guess. I just didn't expect you to ditch everything so quickly. [It's kind of unnerving, and both totally like and unlike her. Once Adora has her mind set on something, it's always full steam ahead and nothing can stop her -- but it generally takes a while before she hits that stride. It really raises the question: just how long has she been dying to get out of the Horde, and why didn't she say anything about it any of the (numerous!!!) times Catra complained?
Well. Whatever. There's a moment of pause when Catra looks down at her own belt, the red of the Horde's logo staring back up at her, and she's surprised to find herself feeling -- indecisive about it.
It's stupid. There's nothing there for her. Everything she ever cared about in the Fright Zone is here, standing right behind her. She shouldn't have any problem doing what Adora's done, and just... throw the buckle away.
Instead, she's biting her lip, her tail curling hesitantly near her leg. The Fright Zone's a terrible place, but -- it's home. And Shadow Weaver might be a terrible person, but she's still...
...she's something.
Maybe saying that everything she's ever cared about is right behind her isn't the correct way of putting it. It's probably more accurate to say that it's the only person who's ever cared about her that's here.]
We're really not going back?