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[swordsense]

Hey this is Adora!
I'm so sorry I missed you, so please leave a message.
I promise I'll get back to you as soon as I can.


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[swordsense]

I don't know.

[Adora answers honestly, blunt and straightforward as ever. She doesn't really have an answer, because that was very, very intense. And seeing Catra bristle makes her feel worse, somehow, than if she'd said nothing and just left.]

...I...have no idea.

[And truthfully, she might never. She doesn't have a support structure here, and she doesn't know anyone to talk to about this. It's so completely foreign to her...and that means she's likely going to bury herself in a library researching.]

I'm sorry, I won't spoil your day any more if you don't want me around.

[And then she turns to go, at a loss for words.]

[plentystrong]

[ Honestly, she doesn't. Really. In her life, Catra's rarely felt this vulnerable, and she's felt vulnerable plenty of times. But now everything's laid bare, and she has no army to hide behind, no troops to rally against her nemesis. But then, perhaps the greatest enemy lies within.

She won't think about it. No, in fact, she'll whip around instead so she can return to something she knows how to do: yelling. ]

You started this!

[swordsense]

[Adora looks back over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with not quite tears. They don't fall, she isn't going to cry, but she kind of wants to. Never, ever before has she felt like this. Happy and miserable at the same time, unsure of if she's pushed something that didn't seem to be that big of a deal too far. She got burned by this, and hard.]

...I did. I own up to that. I'm sorry.

[Again, she won't deny culpability.]

I wasn't expecting it to escalate, and I don't know if it's better that it did, or worse. Catra, I...can't think straight. I just kind of don't know how to feel.

[plentystrong]

[ Catra, too, is confused and hurt. She doesn't really know what just happened. Well, they kissed, obviously, but that also very obviously was more than just a physical action. Her chest feels too tight and she doesn't like it. ]

You said you were going to do it to get a rise out of me. Doesn't seem that complicated.

[swordsense]

Yeah. At first it was that, and then it...stopped being just that.

[Her own chest feels rather tight as well, like it's under a lot of strain. She inhales sharply, unable to look directly at Catra.]

I don't know what it became, but it was more, and important. I'm sorry, that it started out for something stupid. You deserve better than that.

[plentystrong]

[ There Adora goes again. Telling Catra what she should feel, what she should want, how she should act. ]

Yeah, well, I don't want anything else from you. So figure it out. Or don't. It won't really matter.

[swordsense]

[that stings, perhaps deeper than it would have even five minutes ago. Adora closes her eyes to keep from crying and turns to walk away.]

...Right. I'll...see you later.

[plentystrong]

[ Oh, fuck. For a second, Catra actually gets out of her own head enough to notice something other than the storm roiling through her, and... Adora's sad .

And just for a moment, her voice softens. ]

I just... I need some space.

[swordsense]

I understand. I'll give it to you.

[She swears, she will. It'll be at least a few days before they see one another. She has a lot to think about. she had not missed the softening of Catra's voice, and that made her 100% more likely to actually go along with it.]

[plentystrong]

Good.

[ She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to say anything else... but what is there to say? Nothing good is going to come out of sticking around at this point.

And so, she turns and leaves. ]