"I asked you to change your life for me without looking back, and that probably wasn't fair. I guess I just thought it was never the Horde you stayed in the Fright Zone for." Adora has to look away for a second, not ready to cry, not yet, and she blinks away the blurriness. "But that was probably selfish. Once again, making it about me, right?" she says with a self-deprecating laugh, finally looking at Catra again.
Then she keeps talking, and Adora presses her cheek into Catra's palm. Her words make all the effort not to cry for nothing, and two tears spill over. "You've always been worth everything to me, Catra." Closing her eyes, her hand covers the one resting against her cheek.
"I would've fought off a hundred armies, just for you, even before She-Ra."
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Then she keeps talking, and Adora presses her cheek into Catra's palm. Her words make all the effort not to cry for nothing, and two tears spill over. "You've always been worth everything to me, Catra." Closing her eyes, her hand covers the one resting against her cheek.
"I would've fought off a hundred armies, just for you, even before She-Ra."