Sorry Adora. But it is way, way too soon after her meltdown; and Catra has not had time to relax, or practice her breathing exercises, or even ride around with Melog. Her nerves are frayed, and she's back on a hairline trigger.
Adora's tugging at her hand, but Catra's claws are already digging in to the soft fabric of the chair. Melog starts a low, rumbling growl. Still blue, but Catra isn't inclined to do anything to stop them. Melog knows what it was like when the First Ones came. Melog suffered, too.
"That's what they told you?" There's a thread of strain in Catra's tone, something that would have been sardonic if her throat hadn't scratched it on the way up. "That they came and enriched us?"
Melog's growl deepens, and Catra's ear dips towards them. This time, she decides to translate.
"Melog says that they ruined Krytis," she repeats for them; and her hands are trembling. Their connection is a two-way street, and when Melog remembers what happened -- it hurts. "They came and took the planet's magic, and they turned it into weapons for themselves. They left Melog's people defenseless, and alone, and so weak that when Horde Prime came he destroyed them. Only Melog had enough magic left to survive the assault. Prime was weak to their magic. If it weren't for the First Ones--your people, Krytis might have taken the Horde out centuries ago."
It's not a direct translation. A lot of the words are Catra's. The sentiment, though, hasn't changed.
"And Etheria--" She cuts off, because there's a slightly manic edge creeping into her tone. It hasn't been that long since she walked Adora to the place where she'd laid down her life for the universe. It hasn't been that long since Catra felt her body go limp, and her heart slow, and cried into her as she slipped away. Only long enough to bury the memory. Not long enough to process it.
Catra can't think of those details. Her eyes ache, and she's glad she's too dehydrated for them to betray her.
"They turned us into a weapon," she says instead; and she does not choke on the words like she thought she might. They just come out bitter. Her grip on Adora's hand has become tight, like some part of her is terrified that it's the only thing stopping her from becoming a ghost. "Our entire planet. They turned us into something powerful; something strong enough to destroy the entire universe. She-ra's the only reason they didn't get to use it."
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Adora's tugging at her hand, but Catra's claws are already digging in to the soft fabric of the chair. Melog starts a low, rumbling growl. Still blue, but Catra isn't inclined to do anything to stop them. Melog knows what it was like when the First Ones came. Melog suffered, too.
"That's what they told you?" There's a thread of strain in Catra's tone, something that would have been sardonic if her throat hadn't scratched it on the way up. "That they came and enriched us?"
Melog's growl deepens, and Catra's ear dips towards them. This time, she decides to translate.
"Melog says that they ruined Krytis," she repeats for them; and her hands are trembling. Their connection is a two-way street, and when Melog remembers what happened -- it hurts. "They came and took the planet's magic, and they turned it into weapons for themselves. They left Melog's people defenseless, and alone, and so weak that when Horde Prime came he destroyed them. Only Melog had enough magic left to survive the assault. Prime was weak to their magic. If it weren't for the First Ones--your people, Krytis might have taken the Horde out centuries ago."
It's not a direct translation. A lot of the words are Catra's. The sentiment, though, hasn't changed.
"And Etheria--" She cuts off, because there's a slightly manic edge creeping into her tone. It hasn't been that long since she walked Adora to the place where she'd laid down her life for the universe. It hasn't been that long since Catra felt her body go limp, and her heart slow, and cried into her as she slipped away. Only long enough to bury the memory. Not long enough to process it.
Catra can't think of those details. Her eyes ache, and she's glad she's too dehydrated for them to betray her.
"They turned us into a weapon," she says instead; and she does not choke on the words like she thought she might. They just come out bitter. Her grip on Adora's hand has become tight, like some part of her is terrified that it's the only thing stopping her from becoming a ghost. "Our entire planet. They turned us into something powerful; something strong enough to destroy the entire universe. She-ra's the only reason they didn't get to use it."