[ She almost defends that she has no idea what Catra could be talking about, but-- But that's wrong. It feels wrong.
Adora doesn't know what to do or say and it's a feeling she hates with every fiber of her being. It's...weird and confusing and it feels like her thoughts are getting jumbled up, like she should be remembering something right here, right now.
I'm not going home. Not after everything I've seen.
So, enough with your weird little identity crisis and let's go home. ]
Not you, Catra, it wasn't you.
[ If her head could stop hurting just long enough to think. Because something said this was an important moment, that she couldn't just lose it--
And like that, it's like something sliding into place in her head.
She left the Horde. The sword, Thaymor, Catra and the stun gun and She-Ra... Catra, angry and accusing her of leaving her behind...
The portal. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Catra.
[ Her hands slide from her head to her face, Adora trying to choke back the tears at the memories assaulting her. She'd been so heartbroken when Catra had abandoned her to die in the Crystal Palace. This wasn't the Catra she knew, the friend she grew up with wasn't this...evil, angry person who opened world-destroying portals. And she'd done that to Catra? Made her feel abandoned, made her feel like she wasn't good enough their entire lives? ]
Finding out what the Horde was doing, it was-- I thought we were helping Etheria, n-not...
[ She'd had to walk away. With or without Catra, there was no other choice. Adora couldn't live with herself if she didn't. ]
Innocent people were getting hurt, I couldn't be part of that! I didn't want to leave you, I wanted us to go together, but everything happened so fast...!
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[ She almost defends that she has no idea what Catra could be talking about, but-- But that's wrong. It feels wrong.
Adora doesn't know what to do or say and it's a feeling she hates with every fiber of her being. It's...weird and confusing and it feels like her thoughts are getting jumbled up, like she should be remembering something right here, right now.
I'm not going home. Not after everything I've seen.
So, enough with your weird little identity crisis and let's go home. ]
Not you, Catra, it wasn't you.
[ If her head could stop hurting just long enough to think. Because something said this was an important moment, that she couldn't just lose it--
And like that, it's like something sliding into place in her head.
She left the Horde. The sword, Thaymor, Catra and the stun gun and She-Ra... Catra, angry and accusing her of leaving her behind...
The portal. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Catra.
[ Her hands slide from her head to her face, Adora trying to choke back the tears at the memories assaulting her. She'd been so heartbroken when Catra had abandoned her to die in the Crystal Palace. This wasn't the Catra she knew, the friend she grew up with wasn't this...evil, angry person who opened world-destroying portals. And she'd done that to Catra? Made her feel abandoned, made her feel like she wasn't good enough their entire lives? ]
Finding out what the Horde was doing, it was-- I thought we were helping Etheria, n-not...
[ She'd had to walk away. With or without Catra, there was no other choice. Adora couldn't live with herself if she didn't. ]
Innocent people were getting hurt, I couldn't be part of that! I didn't want to leave you, I wanted us to go together, but everything happened so fast...!