She holds Adora's gaze for as long as she can, and then Catra has to look away. She doesn't want to argue with Adora. She's tired, and Adora has to be too, and even the uncomfortable lashing of her tail is less energetic than usual.
Catra closes her eyes. She really just -- wants to go home.
"No, it wasn't." The softness of her voice keeps it from scratching. Catra's pace slows, and then stops; it takes Melog a couple more steps before they do the same, turning in a semi-circle to face her. She meets Adora's eyes again, and tries to will her to get it. "That was personal. That was-- It wasn't because of stories, Adora. We actually did things to each-other."
Isn't that the understatement of the century.
"It was because I was an idiot." She exhales a long breath, one that's more drained than annoyed, and raises a hand to rub the fur around her eyes in frustration. "And it didn't take me a thousand years to get over it. These people don't even know what it was like for the First Ones. They're not hurting," and it's a real issue, that Adora can't see that; "they're jealous. They've heard stories about what their ancestors had and they think they're entitled to it. They don't actually care about what happened. They only care that they feel like they've been cheated out of having something better than what they've got."
So, actually. Maybe not that different after all.
"...What do you want us to do, Adora?" Catra's hand drops, so she can look at her again, and she just. She doesn't know how to help. She's trying to hold up her end of their promise but it's hard, and harder still when she fundamentally disagrees with Adora's reasoning. So maybe it's time to stop trying to argue the point and just - go with it, for a while. Try to untangle the issues along the way. Isn't that what a friend does? "I'll help you, so just -- tell me, okay?"
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Catra closes her eyes. She really just -- wants to go home.
"No, it wasn't." The softness of her voice keeps it from scratching. Catra's pace slows, and then stops; it takes Melog a couple more steps before they do the same, turning in a semi-circle to face her. She meets Adora's eyes again, and tries to will her to get it. "That was personal. That was-- It wasn't because of stories, Adora. We actually did things to each-other."
Isn't that the understatement of the century.
"It was because I was an idiot." She exhales a long breath, one that's more drained than annoyed, and raises a hand to rub the fur around her eyes in frustration. "And it didn't take me a thousand years to get over it. These people don't even know what it was like for the First Ones. They're not hurting," and it's a real issue, that Adora can't see that; "they're jealous. They've heard stories about what their ancestors had and they think they're entitled to it. They don't actually care about what happened. They only care that they feel like they've been cheated out of having something better than what they've got."
So, actually. Maybe not that different after all.
"...What do you want us to do, Adora?" Catra's hand drops, so she can look at her again, and she just. She doesn't know how to help. She's trying to hold up her end of their promise but it's hard, and harder still when she fundamentally disagrees with Adora's reasoning. So maybe it's time to stop trying to argue the point and just - go with it, for a while. Try to untangle the issues along the way. Isn't that what a friend does? "I'll help you, so just -- tell me, okay?"