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for the record: adora uses the username grayskull on the network, and can be reached at that id. assume all replies come from the same unless stated otherwise. she makes no effort to hide her identity in the slightest, so feel free to handwave knowing it's her.
for the record: adora uses the username grayskull on the network, and can be reached at that id. assume all replies come from the same unless stated otherwise. she makes no effort to hide her identity in the slightest, so feel free to handwave knowing it's her.
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The end result is the same. Whether she comes to the same conclusion or she remembers makes no difference.
[She steps forward, hand reaching for Adora's face.]
Adora... you aren't being rational.
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Don't touch me! [ Under her jacket, the mark on her shoulder burns, and she claps a hand over it. ] It's... it's not safe. Even for you.
[ Pathetic, that she'd rather admit to being infected, than to being afraid. But one makes her a danger, the other makes her weak, and the Horde would far sooner punish the latter than the former. Maybe it'd even be a good thing if she could make Shadow Weaver scared of her for once. The fact she's so tired of hurting the people she used to care about, even the awful ones, is another thing she pushes down, because she's a soldier in a war. A truce is one thing, but she can't let old feelings get in the way.
(Unless it's about Catra, but that's... complicated. Different. She's a good person, not like—) ]
And stop telling me how I'm supposed to feel, or what I should do. We're past that. [ How can Shadow Weaver walk over her threats like they're nothing? They aren't nothing. They can't be nothing. Frustrated, she grips her jacket tighter, feeling the fabric bunch under her fingers. ] When it comes to this, [ to Catra, ] I decide what's rational. Maybe that means listening to you, maybe it doesn't. But right now? You haven't said anything worth hearing.
[ Because Shadow Weaver isn't telling her what she wants to hear. ]
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[That... is unusual. Less Adora's flinch, and more that particular qualifier. Shadow Weaver's head cants to the side a fraction, her eyes narrowing behind the dark lens. Her hand hovers in the air for a brief moment before it falls back to her side, then both hands clasped together before.]
Then I cannot help you, Adora.
[She turns around, walking back to her soon-to-be plants.]
You are extraordinary at so many things, but lying is not one of them. You might even be the worst liar I've ever seen. Your charade is over—no, has been long over, I could see that even when you dragged me into that pitiful clinic. You are the only one clinging desperately to it.
I will not tell her the truth, nor alter her mind with magic. The result will simply be the same, and I will not be the scape goat for what you cannot bring yourself to do.
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[ Somehow. She can barely heal even minor scrapes and cuts, let alone whatever's wrong with Catra's memories — if those memories are even there for her at all, yet, going by what the Admin said. It makes Adora's own head hurt, not having someone to just... explain things to her. Someone she trusts, anyway. Shadow Weaver showing up made the blame game so much harder, when it's clear even to Adora that she isn't the one responsible. ]
... You were never going to help me, were you? [ It can't be her that's wrong. No matter what she said, no matter what she asked for, Shadow Weaver would have been Shadow Weaver about it. ] I thought being in the Horde was what twisted people, but this is just who you are. I don't know what I expected.
[ What she hoped for. ]
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[Her patience thinned. Adora could always be dense, but this wasn't unlike talking to a wall. The sorceress pulled an empty pot to her, starting to filter soil into it.]
I have made my offer of aid. And my parting advice is that you stop letting fear rule you, Adora. I thought you knew better than that, by now.
[Disappointment hangs in her words.]
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Shadow Weaver said it herself: Adora's extraordinary. She can't just be dismissed. She won't be. ]
You didn't offer anything, Shadow Weaver. [ Nothing Adora would actually accept, which is the same thing. Making threats isn't natural to her, so her voice is forced, stilted, but the words still come easier than she expects. ] And just so you know? You're the one who should be afraid, because this place can change us, too. I don't know how, or why, but it's not always good. So maybe, you should be a little more careful from now on. [ A pause, as she worries she hasn't gotten her point across. ] ... About what you say. [ Another pause. ] To me.
[ It's not a good threat, given that Adora was the one to warn Shadow Weaver away from touching her a moment ago, but it's something. She-Ra is too much of a known quantity, not like the mark that pulses almost appreciatively at her words, filling her with instant regret. Too late to back down now. ]
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[But Adora's been changed too, hasn't she? That is what that strange feeling is, that faint... something, crawling over her senses. It was like that collaboration of information on the phones said. One way the island changed you was dangerous, and the other kind of change was the dangerous' prey, was it? Perhaps she should be careful.]
I'll keep that in mind—as a favor. [Her voice takes on a light, chiding lilt.] Really, Adora. All those years with me and you never learned to deliver a half-decent threat...
[And to salt the wound, she chuckles.]
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It's not a threat. It's a warning. [ Technically true, even if the intent was definitely the former. But heroes don't make threats, and Adora doesn't do things she's not instantly good at, so obviously, it's Shadow Weaver who's wrong. Obviously. ] I'm nothing like you, and I don't need the evil things the Horde taught me anymore. End of discussion.
[ Except for the way she clings to them, to logic in the face of what still feels so unfamiliar, both here and in Bright Moon. What the Horde teaches is practical; can be learned, by anyone, in ways that magic can't, and doesn't rely on charging or runestones to be effective at navigating or causing pain or getting information. Adora might not be a perfect She-Ra yet, but she's an excellent soldier, and that part of her identity is important to her, will likely always be, even with her edges softened. ]
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In that case, you are familiar with the door.
[End of discussion, right?]