She doesn't move in time, or maybe she just doesn't want to, like the claws tearing through her skin are some punishment for her deception. It'll heal later, as She-Ra (or it won't, and she'll have to live with it, the same way she told Catra to) but right now, she's just Adora.
Adora, who thought she was prepared for the look on Catra's face, but wasn't.
Stop, she wants to say. To beg. She wants the old Catra back--but she's starting to wonder if that person ever existed at all. Instead, she leans heavier against the crate, worried her legs might give way beneath her otherwise.
"... I knew it. You really do hate her."
It's the first time she's played into the act, truly pretended to be someone she isn't--because if she has to say you really do hate me, she might just lose it completely. Adora grits her teeth, drawing on her endless reserves of determination, and fixes Catra with another angry glare, ignoring the rivulets of blood running down her cheek.
"Had enough yet?" Somehow, she has her doubts. "Because I'm not letting you go."
Another lie. She's let go of Catra so, so many times--when she left the Horde; hanging off that cliff in the Crystal Castle; both inside and out of the portal dimension--but she knows the words will set Catra off, let her exhaust all her rage on Adora, distract her from whatever she's planning. (Help her, but Adora pushes the thought away, knowing they're long past that. This is about something bigger than either of them, now.)
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Adora, who thought she was prepared for the look on Catra's face, but wasn't.
Stop, she wants to say. To beg. She wants the old Catra back--but she's starting to wonder if that person ever existed at all. Instead, she leans heavier against the crate, worried her legs might give way beneath her otherwise.
"... I knew it. You really do hate her."
It's the first time she's played into the act, truly pretended to be someone she isn't--because if she has to say you really do hate me, she might just lose it completely. Adora grits her teeth, drawing on her endless reserves of determination, and fixes Catra with another angry glare, ignoring the rivulets of blood running down her cheek.
"Had enough yet?" Somehow, she has her doubts. "Because I'm not letting you go."
Another lie. She's let go of Catra so, so many times--when she left the Horde; hanging off that cliff in the Crystal Castle; both inside and out of the portal dimension--but she knows the words will set Catra off, let her exhaust all her rage on Adora, distract her from whatever she's planning. (Help her, but Adora pushes the thought away, knowing they're long past that. This is about something bigger than either of them, now.)