Adora's ready to not be awake anymore. She just wants to close her eyes, fall into a dark dreamless sleep, and pray that her brain miraculously processes all this by morning. Even she's tired of her own panicking, of her heart in her throat, of the twisting in the pit of her stomach.
Tomorrow will be a new day, and she'll be just fine.
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Adora's ready to not be awake anymore. She just wants to close her eyes, fall into a dark dreamless sleep, and pray that her brain miraculously processes all this by morning. Even she's tired of her own panicking, of her heart in her throat, of the twisting in the pit of her stomach.
Tomorrow will be a new day, and she'll be just fine.
"Good night, Catra."