"That's..." Catra looks stunned. Adora had left because she didn't want to be usec by the Horde to hurt people, that much Catra knew, even if she hated that Adora had left her behind to do it. To have the thing that had become her identity, had become what she was turn out to be more of the same couldn't be easy. Sheflinches, looks away.
"That's hard," is all she can manage. It's sympathetic, at least. Not gloating. All she used to know for Adora was anger, white-hot seething anger mingled with grief and an an edge of hatred. Now she feels empty, like all of the emotion she had stored up around her friend had drained out of her and left her with nothing.
"I was... I wanted her to shut up. Because I don't think she knows how to deal with someone like Horde Prime. She doesn't know how to shut up and play along." Catra says quietly, her brow furrowing. Why is she concerned about Glimmer? She takes a breath.
"No one who didn't... we know." She awkwardly gestures between herself and Adora. It's strange, a rekindling of common ground. Not much, but it's something, she guesses? What is she doing? Why is she doing this?
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"That's hard," is all she can manage. It's sympathetic, at least. Not gloating. All she used to know for Adora was anger, white-hot seething anger mingled with grief and an an edge of hatred. Now she feels empty, like all of the emotion she had stored up around her friend had drained out of her and left her with nothing.
"I was... I wanted her to shut up. Because I don't think she knows how to deal with someone like Horde Prime. She doesn't know how to shut up and play along." Catra says quietly, her brow furrowing. Why is she concerned about Glimmer? She takes a breath.
"No one who didn't... we know." She awkwardly gestures between herself and Adora. It's strange, a rekindling of common ground. Not much, but it's something, she guesses? What is she doing? Why is she doing this?
"She doesn't know when it's safe to talk."