"No, it's different," Adora says, shaking her head. "The First Ones-- they don't just have made-up bedtime stories to make them fear She-ra. It's in their history. Mara..."
That's right-- Catra wouldn't know all this stuff, would she?
With a sigh, she reaches under the towel for Catra's hand, enveloping the back of it with her palm.
"Mara was the last She-ra in a thousand years, and everything I ever heard about her from Light Hope was that she was a blight on the She-ra line. That she was unstable, dangerous... a traitor."
The part of Light Hope that could feel-- that went against her programming-- knew better. But every line of her code was put in place by the First Ones. Every cold, condemning word she was forced to utter came straight from the First Ones' beliefs.
"... It's okay, Catra," she says, squeezing her hand. "I'll just tell them the truth. They'll understand."
She forces the words out through the lump in her throat, trying to make them sound surer than she feels.
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That's right-- Catra wouldn't know all this stuff, would she?
With a sigh, she reaches under the towel for Catra's hand, enveloping the back of it with her palm.
"Mara was the last She-ra in a thousand years, and everything I ever heard about her from Light Hope was that she was a blight on the She-ra line. That she was unstable, dangerous... a traitor."
The part of Light Hope that could feel-- that went against her programming-- knew better. But every line of her code was put in place by the First Ones. Every cold, condemning word she was forced to utter came straight from the First Ones' beliefs.
"... It's okay, Catra," she says, squeezing her hand. "I'll just tell them the truth. They'll understand."
She forces the words out through the lump in her throat, trying to make them sound surer than she feels.