It's probably Adora's fault that Catra feels weirdly defensive about where this conversation's going, and about what Mara did. She doesn't even know who Mara properly is, other than the obvious points and the fact that it's her ship they're exploring the universe in.
Melog's mane remains a shimmering blue despite the beginnings of spikes, and they sniff at their joined hands as Catra's fingers flex around Adora's. She ignores their meowled question; and Melog proceeds to hop down, winding around their chairs before coming to a stop on Adora's other side, where their size shifts until the two of them are suitable barriers between her and her parents.
"She saved us." There's a disbelieving scoff in Catra's voice. She came into this knowing exactly how it was going to go, and it still rankles her for it to actually be happening. "We know what your people were doing there. Don't act like we're the ones who suffered for being cut off."
Even Adam frowns - at her attitude, she assumes, her tail flicking against the chair leg with annoyance. She's wrong.
"What do you mean?" He looks to his parents, seeming to still have the naive belief that the adults in his life will always have the answers to his questions; despite his parents being nowhere near old enough to have any knowledge, if it wasn't passed down. "What were we doing there?"
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Melog's mane remains a shimmering blue despite the beginnings of spikes, and they sniff at their joined hands as Catra's fingers flex around Adora's. She ignores their meowled question; and Melog proceeds to hop down, winding around their chairs before coming to a stop on Adora's other side, where their size shifts until the two of them are suitable barriers between her and her parents.
"She saved us." There's a disbelieving scoff in Catra's voice. She came into this knowing exactly how it was going to go, and it still rankles her for it to actually be happening. "We know what your people were doing there. Don't act like we're the ones who suffered for being cut off."
Even Adam frowns - at her attitude, she assumes, her tail flicking against the chair leg with annoyance. She's wrong.
"What do you mean?" He looks to his parents, seeming to still have the naive belief that the adults in his life will always have the answers to his questions; despite his parents being nowhere near old enough to have any knowledge, if it wasn't passed down. "What were we doing there?"