[Catra would like to believe she meets Shadow Weaver's unimpressed gaze straight on, but the truth is, her uncovered eyes are unnerving - and Catra can't bring herself to look directly at them. (Ugh. They should've put sunglasses on her before she woke up.)
In any case, Catra's point is made when Adora buys it. She's got enough faith left in Catra to not even bother checking her own phone or questioning the source of Catra's information, but not enough to spare her the humiliation of belittling her right in front of Shadow Weaver. Maybe Catra should be relieved that such a bad lie worked, but she's not. She actually feels kind of dejected, a sickening sort of feeling that curdles beneath her frustration and bristling fur, and Catra tries to ignore how it feels when that stupid phrase and traces of light flash through the doorway.
(Because she kind of resents Adora for them. Like, a lot.)
But the second Adora's gone, Catra's claws scrape in to the back of the chair her best friend had been sitting in. You are not the one I expect this kind of sloppiness from, Shadow Weaver had said to Adora; and Catra knows full well that the insult is a barb at her. So she's more determined than ever to do this right, to prove that she's more capable than either of them think. She'll find out how to break the sword's hold on Adora without risking their freedom and without giving anything else away, and she'll do it in the short amount of time they've got before Adora comes charging back.]
What do you know about that sword? [She's using the same stubbornly hard tone that Adora was, not that Catra will admit that.] You said something about a legend. What is it?
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In any case, Catra's point is made when Adora buys it. She's got enough faith left in Catra to not even bother checking her own phone or questioning the source of Catra's information, but not enough to spare her the humiliation of belittling her right in front of Shadow Weaver. Maybe Catra should be relieved that such a bad lie worked, but she's not. She actually feels kind of dejected, a sickening sort of feeling that curdles beneath her frustration and bristling fur, and Catra tries to ignore how it feels when that stupid phrase and traces of light flash through the doorway.
(Because she kind of resents Adora for them. Like, a lot.)
But the second Adora's gone, Catra's claws scrape in to the back of the chair her best friend had been sitting in. You are not the one I expect this kind of sloppiness from, Shadow Weaver had said to Adora; and Catra knows full well that the insult is a barb at her. So she's more determined than ever to do this right, to prove that she's more capable than either of them think. She'll find out how to break the sword's hold on Adora without risking their freedom and without giving anything else away, and she'll do it in the short amount of time they've got before Adora comes charging back.]
What do you know about that sword? [She's using the same stubbornly hard tone that Adora was, not that Catra will admit that.] You said something about a legend. What is it?