Stupid Adora's voice and stupid Adora's chin, rubbing into her and making her arms tremble. Stupid Adora, making the next noise out of Catra's throat a high-pitched groan instead of a shriek.

"Get off," she repeats; and her voice croaks as she shoves her hands against Adora's head again, trying to push her away. It isn't fair, that she has these weaknesses - isn't fair that Adora knows about them. Isn't fair that somewhere along the line Adora's bones had strengthened and her jaw had sharpened into the dangerous tool it is now, isn't fair that her voice had changed from whiny and bratty to something that now grates on Catra's nerves all the way from her spine to her stomach. "I mean it, Adora!"