Brows furrowed, almost completely outraged by all of this. After everything, was it really going to be like this? “You were as much misdirected as I was, as SHE was. The Alliance is supposed to be oh so welcoming, even to us.” She hated this! Why was she redeemed but others who were there along with her just left to fend for themselves? To be banished or worse. Her claws gripped tighter on to his arm in frustration.
“I’ll talk to Glimmer…” There was a slight pause as she tried to make her brain think of a solution. “…and the other princesses! Just because she’s She Ra doesn’t mean she gets to dictate everything.”
It took him more time than he’d like to admit to realize the nails embedded in him were intended with anything beyond righteous fury. He was surprised, half-expectant of Catra to be the first to take eager scissors to this world’s hanging sword.
❝ ... Although you may believe the graves we’ve dug for ourselves were just as deep, Catra, you know little of what it took to break the wills of the Scorpion people. ❞ His gaze turned from the end wall of the Bright Moon passageway down to the same eyes he’d seen in all of the children of his war. ❝ Just as your squadron won’t ever recall a family besides the Horde. ❞ Like death, his words felt heavy on his tongue.
❝ Your She-Ra knows nothing of dictation. ❞