She can't even look at Adora. She knows what she's done, and there's a tremble to her fingers as she winds the bandage around the gauze, finishing up on Adora's arm quickly. In a few seconds, the shoe will drop.
Adora pulls her arm away, and there it is. With just a few choice words they're back where they were before the chip, Adora cold and closed and Catra angry and hurting.
She hates it, but it's familiar. And in familiarity is comfort. Catra's eyes flash as she straightens, her hands curling into fists by her sides. She's filthy, she's tired, she's sore and she's guilty and she wants to go home with Adora and fix all of those things.
But she can't. Because she's gone and kicked everything they were working on over. Because Adora has a family now. And if there's one thing the Rebellion loves, it's sticking with their families. (Catra should know. Targeting the families of hiding rebels had been a ridiculously basic Horde strategy. They'd even used it on Glimmer and the Queen before her, whose name doesn't actually escape Catra [because Catra pulled that lever, Catra got her stuck] but who, for this moment, pretends she doesn't know it anyway.)
She knows it isn't fair, and still her lips lift in a jealous sneer.
"What's not fair, Adora?" She's been trying to keep it together but her voice shakes with the anger now, compressing hurt and fear and guilt together into barbed words that drag and stick in her throat. "That's what you want, isn't it? To have your perfect little family and your perfect little friends, all together in one perfect little house?"
(And it really is little, there's not even room in the bathroom for Catra to fling her arms out. No wonder it had felt so claustrophobic with Adora's entire family crammed in there.)
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Adora pulls her arm away, and there it is. With just a few choice words they're back where they were before the chip, Adora cold and closed and Catra angry and hurting.
She hates it, but it's familiar. And in familiarity is comfort. Catra's eyes flash as she straightens, her hands curling into fists by her sides. She's filthy, she's tired, she's sore and she's guilty and she wants to go home with Adora and fix all of those things.
But she can't. Because she's gone and kicked everything they were working on over. Because Adora has a family now. And if there's one thing the Rebellion loves, it's sticking with their families. (Catra should know. Targeting the families of hiding rebels had been a ridiculously basic Horde strategy. They'd even used it on Glimmer and the Queen before her, whose name doesn't actually escape Catra [because Catra pulled that lever, Catra got her stuck] but who, for this moment, pretends she doesn't know it anyway.)
She knows it isn't fair, and still her lips lift in a jealous sneer.
"What's not fair, Adora?" She's been trying to keep it together but her voice shakes with the anger now, compressing hurt and fear and guilt together into barbed words that drag and stick in her throat. "That's what you want, isn't it? To have your perfect little family and your perfect little friends, all together in one perfect little house?"
(And it really is little, there's not even room in the bathroom for Catra to fling her arms out. No wonder it had felt so claustrophobic with Adora's entire family crammed in there.)