"Sooo, I don't know about you, but I definitely don't know how to cook. But we have plenty here, I think we'll be okay for a while." She can't help but lean into the warmth of Catra, realizing this is the feeling that's been missing. The closer they are, the better it feels.
"Hey! I didn't just think of it, I—sometimes I didn't know if I was good enough as just me. You've made it better, but the feeling was there for so long." She doesn't mean to shift the tone into something that might be a little more serious, making a little sandwich out of the small bread rolls, chicken, and small squares of cheese. It gives her something to look at while she talks.
"I know you thought...well, I don't actually know what you thought, but I think you thought I felt like I was better than everyone else, but I never have. I've never thought that. Shadow Weaver made sure of a lot of things, and one of them was making sure the praise I always wanted was just out of reach."
Adora finally looks up, holding her mini-sandwich.
"We don't have to talk about this, Catra, but I think maybe it's better if we do? I should've talked to you before and told you what it was like in my head, but I didn't want you to think I was weak."
After her voice breaks on the last word, Adora swallows, clears her throat, and takes a bite of food, giving herself a reason not to talk for a second.
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"Hey! I didn't just think of it, I—sometimes I didn't know if I was good enough as just me. You've made it better, but the feeling was there for so long." She doesn't mean to shift the tone into something that might be a little more serious, making a little sandwich out of the small bread rolls, chicken, and small squares of cheese. It gives her something to look at while she talks.
"I know you thought...well, I don't actually know what you thought, but I think you thought I felt like I was better than everyone else, but I never have. I've never thought that. Shadow Weaver made sure of a lot of things, and one of them was making sure the praise I always wanted was just out of reach."
Adora finally looks up, holding her mini-sandwich.
"We don't have to talk about this, Catra, but I think maybe it's better if we do? I should've talked to you before and told you what it was like in my head, but I didn't want you to think I was weak."
After her voice breaks on the last word, Adora swallows, clears her throat, and takes a bite of food, giving herself a reason not to talk for a second.