that's so much time. so much time to have lost, to have slipped through her fingers like water. catra's throat immediately feels tight, constricting and suffocating, and she has to fight the urge to flee that's rapidly rushing through her. she wants to run, wants to run, wants to run—
to anywhere else. anywhere at all.
anywhere that wouldn't make her face the fact that so much time has passed. without her. fear, anxiety, and embarrassment hit her strong enough to choke. was it better without her? was she really welcome to come back? maybe she had returned to the ocean for a reason?
. . . maybe she belonged there.
catra lets out a little hiss of air from between her teeth. )
That long, huh. . .?
( her face feels hot and her eyes burn. this is the worst. was this punishment? was this meant to happen?
she can feel the tears prick at the corner of her eyes, welling up but not yet falling. it makes her vision blurry and uncomfortable and a part of her—
is so angry. angry that this happened, angry that she's suffering this embarrassment, angry that she abandoned scorpia, angry that this really just felt like her luck. )
Ugh! Of course! Of course something stupid like this would happen!
( her arms flail in in frustration and exasperation. )
What am I? Cursed? Something good finally happens and then I get banished to the ocean?
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that's so much time. so much time to have lost, to have slipped through her fingers like water. catra's throat immediately feels tight, constricting and suffocating, and she has to fight the urge to flee that's rapidly rushing through her. she wants to run, wants to run, wants to run—
to anywhere else. anywhere at all.
anywhere that wouldn't make her face the fact that so much time has passed. without her. fear, anxiety, and embarrassment hit her strong enough to choke. was it better without her? was she really welcome to come back? maybe she had returned to the ocean for a reason?
. . . maybe she belonged there.
catra lets out a little hiss of air from between her teeth. )
That long, huh. . .?
( her face feels hot and her eyes burn. this is the worst. was this punishment? was this meant to happen?
she can feel the tears prick at the corner of her eyes, welling up but not yet falling. it makes her vision blurry and uncomfortable and a part of her—
is so angry. angry that this happened, angry that she's suffering this embarrassment, angry that she abandoned scorpia, angry that this really just felt like her luck. )
Ugh! Of course! Of course something stupid like this would happen!
( her arms flail in in frustration and exasperation. )
What am I? Cursed? Something good finally happens and then I get banished to the ocean?