Catra wants to curl against the door when understanding slinks down into Adora's mind, but she doesn't. Adora doesn't need her going and feeling bad about this.
"They're scared of She-ra," she corrects, pushing off from the door and slipping her hand off the handle. It's still a small room, they're still only a couple of steps apart; and Catra closes the distance, ducking her hands beneath the warm towel on Adora's shoulders to grip her arms. "Don't you remember?"
All those weird and messed-up children's stories about their evils and horrors. All the propaganda about how Princesses would kill their squadron and take the last survivor brutally and violently apart. She can believe, actually, that Adora - weirdo justice freak that she is - might have hated them for that. The rest of the cadets - the normal ones - were just simply terrified for their lives.
Admittedly, hatred follows quickly after fear. But Adora got over it quickly enough once she started hanging out with Glimmer, so it couldn't be that hard to get everyone else to do.
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"They're scared of She-ra," she corrects, pushing off from the door and slipping her hand off the handle. It's still a small room, they're still only a couple of steps apart; and Catra closes the distance, ducking her hands beneath the warm towel on Adora's shoulders to grip her arms. "Don't you remember?"
All those weird and messed-up children's stories about their evils and horrors. All the propaganda about how Princesses would kill their squadron and take the last survivor brutally and violently apart. She can believe, actually, that Adora - weirdo justice freak that she is - might have hated them for that. The rest of the cadets - the normal ones - were just simply terrified for their lives.
Admittedly, hatred follows quickly after fear. But Adora got over it quickly enough once she started hanging out with Glimmer, so it couldn't be that hard to get everyone else to do.