Yeah, that's... a point. Catra doesn't know how to cook either. But, like, how hard can it be? Raw meat + fire = food, right? Whatever, they'll figure it out.
And that's when Adora decides that it's time for Feelings Talk(tm), and a quiet look of dread steals over Catra's expression. She can probably figure out cooking, but she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to figure out talking about emotions. She doesn't want to, she doesn't like it, and yet it's apparently necessary to have a honest, healthy relationship between people.
There's a long, long stretch of silence after Adora's last word. Catra's claws nervously shred a bread roll apart.
"You were always enough as just you, Adora," she finally manages to say, quietly, more raspy than usual. "Shadow Weaver put you up on a pedestal that you could never reach, and treated like you the golden child while always telling you that you weren't enough."
Catra doesn't know when Adora got wise to Shadow Weaver's manipulations. Maybe it the was moment she got the sword and met Glimmer and Bow. But Catra had known for a long time before that. She'd seen through Shadow Weaver's bullshit and her propaganda for years. But she still hadn't been able to stop it from emotionally affecting her.
"I never thought you were weak. I was... jealous," Catra admits reluctantly. "Shadow Weaver always tuned battle scenarios too hard for you, but you always nearly beat them anyway. She complimented you sometimes, even if it was just scraps. I used to get so angry at you for... I don't know, being you, being Shadow Weaver's favorite, being so good and strong and noble. I knew, deep down, that none of it was your fault. But. Sometimes I just didn't want to admit that."
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And that's when Adora decides that it's time for Feelings Talk(tm), and a quiet look of dread steals over Catra's expression. She can probably figure out cooking, but she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to figure out talking about emotions. She doesn't want to, she doesn't like it, and yet it's apparently necessary to have a honest, healthy relationship between people.
There's a long, long stretch of silence after Adora's last word. Catra's claws nervously shred a bread roll apart.
"You were always enough as just you, Adora," she finally manages to say, quietly, more raspy than usual. "Shadow Weaver put you up on a pedestal that you could never reach, and treated like you the golden child while always telling you that you weren't enough."
Catra doesn't know when Adora got wise to Shadow Weaver's manipulations. Maybe it the was moment she got the sword and met Glimmer and Bow. But Catra had known for a long time before that. She'd seen through Shadow Weaver's bullshit and her propaganda for years. But she still hadn't been able to stop it from emotionally affecting her.
"I never thought you were weak. I was... jealous," Catra admits reluctantly. "Shadow Weaver always tuned battle scenarios too hard for you, but you always nearly beat them anyway. She complimented you sometimes, even if it was just scraps. I used to get so angry at you for... I don't know, being you, being Shadow Weaver's favorite, being so good and strong and noble. I knew, deep down, that none of it was your fault. But. Sometimes I just didn't want to admit that."