[this is not Catra's first shared memory, but she still isn't used to it happening enough for it to not take her off guard. as soon as those images flash in her mind, she jerks back, eyes widening and ears flattening]
[but]
[the shock is at the memory being shared, not so much the memory itself. and that becomes pretty clear as her expression evenly smooths out, tail flicking behind her]
[. . . the reason she isn't too surprised is because he's talked about war with her before. she knows he's a soldier, of some sort-- just like she was when she was with the Horde. and sometimes. . . soldiers do what they have to do]
Revenge? I mean I gussied it up with valid shit like “his policies were ruining Erebonia”, and “his aggressive expansionism and attempts to shake the status quo too hard too soon were causing rifts in the country and people themselves” and all of that was true.
Bent my grandfather's arm behind his back when he orchestrated a series of events that lead to my home becoming part of the empire; kicking gramps out of his position as mayor of Jurai; made all the people in Jurai turn on him, and drained him of all his desire to keep going so when he got ill a few months later he just gave up and died.
Sort of, I guess. Something else keeps you alive, but no one would be able to tell you were an Immortal without like... touching their chest and feeling their heartbeat.
[sounds horrible!! she doesn't like it!! she's been so staunchly like NO DEAD PEOPLE DON'T COME BACK ever since Rupert brought back that daycare thing, and being told otherwise has to make her rethink some things that may or may not have happened to her in the cyoa]
[wowee!! Catra, in the meantime, has closed in on herself and is immediately jerking away from him, arms crossed over her torso in a self-hug. she looks. . . well]
[she seems to relax a bit at that, relieved that he isn't going to press her. to force her to discuss one of the worst decisions she has ever made in her life]
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[this is not Catra's first shared memory, but she still isn't used to it happening enough for it to not take her off guard. as soon as those images flash in her mind, she jerks back, eyes widening and ears flattening]
[but]
[the shock is at the memory being shared, not so much the memory itself. and that becomes pretty clear as her expression evenly smooths out, tail flicking behind her]
[. . .]
. . . so that was you?
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[ huurrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggfffffffffffffhhhhhhhhh. he sighs. ]
A couple of years back.
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[. . . the reason she isn't too surprised is because he's talked about war with her before. she knows he's a soldier, of some sort-- just like she was when she was with the Horde. and sometimes. . . soldiers do what they have to do]
. . . who was that guy?
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Probably don’t have to say this, but I wasn’t his biggest fan.
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Yeah. Kind of gathered that.
[why else would you assassinate the guy, Crow!]
What were you trying to accomplish?
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But it was pretty much just revenge.
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Yeah?
What'd he do to you to deserve your vengeance?
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Yeah, well. . . sounds like he deserved it.
. . . did you find it worth it?
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What do you mean "if it stuck?"
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A walking corpse??
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[haha]
[let's move on!]
So what'd you do to him after he came back?
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... ]
I wasn't really around to see it for a while. When I found out though, I just wanted my revenge again.
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Did you get it again?
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I'll let you know.
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[now it's her turn to share a memory]
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...
Huh.
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[about .2 seconds away from bolting, actually]
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Take a deep breath. I started a fucking civil war, I’m not gonna start throwing around judgements.
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I-- [. . . a low hiss]
I don't want to talk about it.
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[ he shrugs. ]
Can't stop this place flinging out personal stuff left, right and centre, but it's not my free pass to start a game of twenty questions with you.
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[. . .]
Okay. So. . . let's just forget about it.
[so there]
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