‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’
body stutters at a fresh and healing-over wound , splayed open by a FAMILIAR WORRY . ( goodbye , when it matters , is as messy as a fraying seam ; it’s harsh on the bones & spit between GNASHING TEETH , all resolute until the absence claws its way in . ) catra is no expert at saying the right thing , but her lips still spiral down , SYMPATHETIC , even though catra’s rage always masks her pain .
❝ i know . they didn’t even give you a chance , did they? ❞ catra pauses , words a STICKY TANGLE as they pull their way from her tongue . ❝ i’m sorry , ❞ her voice breaks , ❝ but you have us now , if that MEANS ANYTHING . ❞












