[Catra is curled in on herself by the time the memory ends, arms crossed over her torso and ears flat, eyes wide and tail curled at her feet. that. . . was a memory she never wanted to relive]
S-- Shadow Weaver. . .
[even now there's a note of fear and grief in her tone, intermingled with obvious rage, before she bites her tongue and swallows it all down]
[ He says this with the utmost seriousness, body still tight with rage until... he sees her. Curled in toward herself, and the sight beats the anger out of him.
She shouldn't look like that. ]
... A poison that no antidote can easily cure, I'm afraid.
[ He moves closer, but doesn't touch her. ]
But I hope that you at least never need to swallow it again.
Last time I checked, she was with-- [Adora. because of course she was. abandoning Catra to return to her golden child. . . typical Shadow Weaver behavior]
[Catra swallows down the bitterness and looks away]
Anyway, I don't know where she is now. And I don't care, either.
[she stiffens, fur standing on end slightly, but that's not his fault. despite touch week being last week, she's not used to this kind of physical affection]
[plus, what he's saying is--]
[. . .]
[. . . she doesn't look like she believes it. but she isn't arguing, either]
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S-- Shadow Weaver. . .
[even now there's a note of fear and grief in her tone, intermingled with obvious rage, before she bites her tongue and swallows it all down]
[. . .]
. . . my own version of being poisoned, I guess.
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[ He says this with the utmost seriousness, body still tight with rage until... he sees her. Curled in toward herself, and the sight beats the anger out of him.
She shouldn't look like that. ]
... A poison that no antidote can easily cure, I'm afraid.
[ He moves closer, but doesn't touch her. ]
But I hope that you at least never need to swallow it again.
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Last time I checked, she was with-- [Adora. because of course she was. abandoning Catra to return to her golden child. . . typical Shadow Weaver behavior]
[Catra swallows down the bitterness and looks away]
Anyway, I don't know where she is now. And I don't care, either.
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[ He reaches out... tentatively putting a hand on her shoulder. ]
You're worth much more than her opinion of you.
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[plus, what he's saying is--]
[. . .]
[. . . she doesn't look like she believes it. but she isn't arguing, either]
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[ He doesn't mind the lack of response, smiling softly at her. ]
I have to lie to myself a lot until it becomes true too.
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[and then, quietly, like she isn't really sure how to admit to this--]
How long does it take?
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Hard to say. Weeks, years? Depends on how much you have around you that helps you believe it.
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Up until recently, I really thought I was the only one who cared about-- well.
Me.
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... Yeah. I know the feeling. [ He perks up a little though, winking at her. ] But now you have plenty of annoying people in your corner, you know?
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Yeah? And I have no idea how to get rid of them, either.