['I, I, I'. All Adora, all Adora's decisions. She freaked out, and she needed to find a bed, and she's the one handling the interrogation -- poorly.
Shadow Weaver's extended silence drags on long enough for Catra's tail to take up a slow twitch of irritation, impatience grinding away at her.
Despite her frustration, Catra does make to exchange an uncomfortable look with her best friend when Shadow Weaver's hand flies up to her face; her shoulders tensing in expectation of being called out on their slapdash job and the missing mask. But whatever Shadow Weaver thinks of it, it seems to be good enough for her to settle back down in repose - which is in and of itself disturbing to see. Catra's pretty sure she's never seen Shadow Weaver so much as sit before, and for the longest time she'd been convinced the sorceress didn't even have feet. Surely something as normal as laying down was beyond her.
But it's not. With all the floating around and crackling magic and creeping shadows gone, Shadow Weaver's just another person. And with that realization comes another: that Adora is way over-reacting. So what if Shadow Weaver tracked them down? She can't do anything about it. Not while she's like this.
It's a small room, and it only takes a step or two before Catra's standing behind Adora's chair, forcing herself into Shadow Weaver's view. She refuses to be ignored.]
Forget that, we know why you're here. [Because she's been tracking them, or watching them, or something, and she knows Adora's chosen defection and convinced Catra to go with her. They'd known it was only a matter of time before they'd have to deal with her, in one way or another; and Catra really has no idea why Adora seems so surprised.] I don't know what you thought was gonna happen. I told you I wasn't bringing her back.
[So, like -- this is Shadow Weaver's own fault. Catra never exactly had a great record for obedience - Shadow Weaver should've been prepared for this from the moment Catra sneered her refusal.]
And now Hordak's cut you off, right? 'cause you somehow managed to lose both of us? [And, potentially, an entire squadron. Catra still doesn't know where the heck they all went.] Bet it's not too good a look when you can't even get a couple of your own soldiers to stick around.
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Shadow Weaver's extended silence drags on long enough for Catra's tail to take up a slow twitch of irritation, impatience grinding away at her.
Despite her frustration, Catra does make to exchange an uncomfortable look with her best friend when Shadow Weaver's hand flies up to her face; her shoulders tensing in expectation of being called out on their slapdash job and the missing mask. But whatever Shadow Weaver thinks of it, it seems to be good enough for her to settle back down in repose - which is in and of itself disturbing to see. Catra's pretty sure she's never seen Shadow Weaver so much as sit before, and for the longest time she'd been convinced the sorceress didn't even have feet. Surely something as normal as laying down was beyond her.
But it's not. With all the floating around and crackling magic and creeping shadows gone, Shadow Weaver's just another person. And with that realization comes another: that Adora is way over-reacting. So what if Shadow Weaver tracked them down? She can't do anything about it. Not while she's like this.
It's a small room, and it only takes a step or two before Catra's standing behind Adora's chair, forcing herself into Shadow Weaver's view. She refuses to be ignored.]
Forget that, we know why you're here. [Because she's been tracking them, or watching them, or something, and she knows Adora's chosen defection and convinced Catra to go with her. They'd known it was only a matter of time before they'd have to deal with her, in one way or another; and Catra really has no idea why Adora seems so surprised.] I don't know what you thought was gonna happen. I told you I wasn't bringing her back.
[So, like -- this is Shadow Weaver's own fault. Catra never exactly had a great record for obedience - Shadow Weaver should've been prepared for this from the moment Catra sneered her refusal.]
And now Hordak's cut you off, right? 'cause you somehow managed to lose both of us? [And, potentially, an entire squadron. Catra still doesn't know where the heck they all went.] Bet it's not too good a look when you can't even get a couple of your own soldiers to stick around.