A/N: She-ra and the Princess of power were made by J. Michael Straczynski and Larry DiTillio, I only take credit for my own added character's and storylines. Similarly, any references will be attributed to their original creators when they pop up.
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Book 2: Of Schemes & Gathering
Chapter 6 ~ The Plan
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"Ado-la! Wait!" Catra whines, gasping heavily as Adora lets out a giggle.
"You the one who wanted to play hide and seek!" She sing-songs, skipping happily as she hides her heavy breathing.
"Hide and seek doesn't include chasing!"
"You're the one that said I was it. After I had to chase after you."
"Yeah," Catra giggles, "but that was before, not now, silly."
"Well that hardly seems-" Adora yelped, losing her balance as she was thrown to the ground. "-fair." Blinking, she stared at the grinning, smaller girl that pinned her down.
"Hey, Adora." Catra greeted, seemingly far too happy with herself.
"Hi." Adora smiled back, warmly. "Is this also fair?"
"Duh." Catra snickered. It's not my fault you weren't paying att-" Catra squeaked, losing her balance as Adora spun around, swapping places as she was now the one that pinned the girl down.
"Oh." Adora snickered. "Is that so?"
"You got lucky." Catra glared playfully. "And I let you win."
"Uh-huh." Adora smiled. "Both, huh? I must have got double... lucky..." Adora frowned, standing upwards to get a better look. "What's that?" She pointed, offering her other hand to help Catra up.
"What's what?" Catra hummed, turning towards the open clearway. "Oh. Oh, wow, no idea. We should go and see!"
"Yeah, keeping our distance is-, wait, what! I-, Catra! It could be dangerous." Realising her friend was already near it, Adora sighed, wearily following suit as she approached the clearing.
It was one of the older landfills - like really, really old. Might have been one of the first ones, now that she was looking. Definitely not somewhere two yet to even be cadets should be anywhere near.
"Oh, wow! Adora, you have to smell this!"
"Wh-? Catra! Don't just-, It might be poisonous!" She groaned, stopping next to the smaller girl as she leaned over her shoulder. "What is that?" Adora frowned, leaning closer at the slightly sweet smell that reached her nostrils.
"I think it might be a pole." Catra nodded decisively. "I mean, it's a weird colour, but this place is old."
Adora didn't quite follow that logic - though she did agree it was a weird colour. "It looks rather fragile to be a pole, don't you think?"
"It does have weird platforms all over it," Catra agreed, pocking one of the tiny, star-shaped platforms. "Oh wow, that's so soft! And a terrible platform. Look! Adora! You have to touch the green part!"
"It's all green, Catra," Adora said somewhat bemusedly, reaching non the less for the platform. "Huh, it is soft." She replied dumbly, caught off guard at the strangeness of the texture."
"See!" Catra smiled smugly, "You should listen to me more often, silly. I have a habit of being right."
"Uh-huh." Adora smiled amusedly, a strange sense of warmness filling her. "Of course. And I really do." She continued honestly. "Now we really do have to get going. Shadow Weaver might kill us if she finds out we are in the Horde's edges."
"Kill me, you mean." Catra drawled; voice suddenly turning to something just a little bit deeper.
"I- what?"
Catra let out an annoyed sigh, suddenly taller as she stood upwards. "You really should listen to me more often - you wouldn't have been in this mess if you did. Had, rather."
"Catra?" Adora blinked. "What are you on about?"
The heat was becoming unbearable, now, the edges of her vision wavering all around her.
"I mean you went years not knowing the evil Horde was evil, dummy. Went and joined the enemy just because you had a shiny new sword. Not you finest moments, wisecrack." The tone had become more derisive, now, gaze progressively cooler as the faint flicker of embers started to die.
"I didn't know it was evil." Adora hissed back, hands tightening around the Sword of Protection. "Catra, you're the one who stayed with them even after watching them burn an entire village!"
"You mean after I burnt an entire village." Catra took a step closer, a smile with a lazy edge forming on her lips. A familiar sight, one she all too recently used to attribute with safety and ease. "Having second thoughts, Adora? Scared, maybe?"
"I offered to run with you." She tackles on, refusing to admit to anything further. "I gave you a chance, you're the one that spat it away. The one that cut me off, remember that part?"
"But maybe; just maybe, I'm glad I didn't go with you. Glad that I cut you out." Her smile turns sharp, practising leaning forward as she peers right into Adora. "Maybe, I'm glad I chose the better of the two options."
"Shut up." Adora shakes, covering her ears as everything shakes.
"That I chose-"
"I said shut-!" Adora snaps upwards, almost falling off her bed as her surroundings spin. "...up."
It takes her a moment, still feeling as if everything were spinning. She's here in Brightmoon, she's out. Her breath slowly becomes less erratic as she blankly stares at the nearest wall.
Sleepover, right, Adora recalls as she noticed both Bow and Glimmer in her room. She probably shouldn't wake Glimmer up, she thinks, knowing how much the princess enjoyed sleeping. Or Bow, for that matter, who'd fallen asleep reading his book. Asleep in the weirdest of angles by the window.
Bemoaning silently, she leaves her bed. As quietly as she could close the door, she enters the wide halls of Brightmoons palace. It's still very much a disorientating experience, walking through these halls as if she belonged here. As if she were an actual princess.
She'd actually been afraid to leave her room the first few months. Not of the halls themselves, obviously. Mostly. But more of the faint if entirely justified suspicion the guards had have towards her.
It was fine now. After the battle for Brightmoon and the refounding of the princess alliance, she'd done enough that her being a plant would have been actively against any possible agenda the Horde would have possessed.
Not that she liked to think about any of it. Most of the time she tried to pretend that particular thought wasn't there at all.
After a moment of thought, she chooses to head for the gardens,
It still catches her off guard, the strangeness of nature. Seeing trees and flowers just bloom as if there weren't second thoughts isn't something she can quite put her head around. Each has thousands of tiny platforms - leaves, she's been told. A pleasant scent fills the clearing, so, so different from the heavy choking smell she still expects from the Horde.
Groaning, she splays herself under one of the trees, closing her eyes as she listened to the pleasant rustling of the leaves meeting the wind.
The tiny sapling of her dream had grown with the two of them, hadn't it? A secret between them, in that tiny landfill, so removed from any other habitant.
With her eyes closed, she could almost see the small tree, with its orangy red leaves. Almost smell the sweet scent it'd often had in contrast to the heavy smell of metal and smoke the rest of the Horde had carried.
Could almost feel Catra leaning on her shoulder, half asleep as they-
"Trouble sleeping?" Adora bites her yelp, flinching upwards as she instantly identifies the Queen's voice.
"Awaa-, Ma'a-, I mean your highness! I mean Angela! ...Ma'am!"
"...Yes?" Angella almost manages to hide that smile. But Adora had definitely seen it!
"Ah. Sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to visit the Gardens at this time." Ah-, wait, was she supposed to answer? "And yes, I was having trouble sleeping." That might have come out too bluntly, Adora thinks as she suppresses her wince. "Ma'am!" ...Nailed it.
Angella chuckled, taking a seat next to her as she tilted her head upwards to stare at the sky. "I used to come here often as a child." She offers in favour of commenting on her awkwardness. "You know, when the Horde first became, I remember everyone brushing it off. It was 'just another overly-ambitious princess endeavour' and 'it'd be over in some few months." She shook her head, eyes flickering at the stone-built Gazebo. "Never mind that; nightmares?"
Oh, dang it! They were coming back to this? "Eh, kind of? It started fairly pleasant, fairly certain it was mostly a memory honestly. Just... got unpleasant at the end." She scratches the back of her neck, honestly preferring any other conversation than this.
"I see." She nodded with an understanding gaze. "Those tend to be the most unpleasant. Particularly in those places that we associate with safety." Her expression turns into a slight grimace. "I'm sorry to say they'll never truly leave. They'll become rarer, however. Not quite disappearing, but you will learn to cope with them in time."
That... was actually a lot better than Gllimmer's and Bow's idea of a sleepover.
Not to say she didn't appreciate - of course she did! Bow and Glimmer were lovely! The best. She just...there were times she wasn't quite sure how to explain what she was feeling to them.
"Oh," Adora answers instead, fiddling with her jacket's zip as she tries to fill the silence. "Do you come here often? To the gardens, I mean."
"...Every so often." Angella hums, "It's one of my safe places, I suppose." The level of unfazed she manages to state leaves Adora somewhat jealous. She wished she had that level of composure, unlike her usual sense of being one step behind. "Have your arms healed?"
Her hand almost twitches to her arm, long sleeves covering the thin layer of bandages she wears. "Ah-, more or less?"
She can't quite meet the Queen's gaze, twitching nervously as she pretends to ponder the mystery of grass. This is what she got for experimenting with the Sword of protection. Lovely.
"I-," The Queen- Angella, seems to hesitate for a moment. A rare expression of unsureness Adora had only seen when Glimmer had been captured months ago. Had it already been a year since she'd defected the Horde? There were still times she woke up confused, wondering why her bed was sinking, or why it was so quiet. Times she wondered-, "I realise this might be...unpleasant." She prods tentatively. "But I was hoping you could give me...a more in-depth idea of your time in the Horde."
"Er-, sure?"
Angella sighs, gaze shifting away from her. "You were close with Catra? if I remember correctly."
Adora twitches, idly contemplating whether it'd be rude or not to make a run for it.
Right now she's at not rude enough, thank you, run. "I...was, yes."
"Could you tell me about her?" Angella asks curiously.
Adora hesitates, for a moment. Slowly nodded even if she'd really rather not. "Sure." She says instead, "What do you want to know about her?"
"Would you describe her as clever? Competent as a soldier, I suppose?"
Adora's first reaction was to deny it. Not because she wasn't, of course, but because Catra hated that type of attention directed towards her. Adora had made the mistake of bragging about how awesome her best friend was before, and had thought that if she pointed it out, Shadow Weaver would treat Catra the same way she treated her. It'd...
It'd been a mistake. She knew that now.
Her second was to say that yes, Catra was frightfully smart. Only that...well, it was true. But also not quite, wasn't it? "When she's motivated," Is what Adora chooses to reply with instead, "I honestly don't think that there's anything she can't do." Which might have come off as sympathetic, now that she thinks about it. "Ma'am."
...First One's, she's so bad at this.
"I see," Angella frowns, seemingly too caught up in her own thoughts to notice. "Would you say she's a good leader? Or get's along with other soldiers."
"No." She replies instantly, then winces. "I mean, she might be a good leader? But she definitely did not get along with other people. At all."
It was rather weird, now that she looked back on it. Catra had been so sweet when they were younger; the playful, boisterous kid that was far too happy-go-lucky to even consider being mean.
A frown formed between her eyes. She couldn't actually pinpoint when things had changed, actually. One day she'd been Catra of her memories, the next it'd been...well, it'd been the Catra she knew now. Lazy, sarcastic, untrusting and sardonic.
She remembered thinking it was weird as well. She just can't pinpoint the when or why.
Angella hums, nodding slowly as she meets her gaze. "Do you think she would make a good leader if she put her mind to it?"
Well...
Huh. That was a tricky one. Adora honestly wasn't sure whether or not she would be, in that case. On one hand, Catra and people mixed as well as hay and fire. Watching her interact was physically paining, so much so that Adora had often found herself in the middle, acting as a mediator as someone or other took offence.
On the other hand, Adora had never met anyone as stubborn as Catra. If she put her mind to it, she could honestly see her making it work if only out of sheer spite. "She probably would," Adora admitted, unsure whether she was more exasperated or resigned. "Why the sudden interest in Catra, you're Majesty?"
"It's still Angella," She corrects with a flicker of amusement. "And...oh, I suppose it'd be better if you knew sooner rather than later." She seems to stop, for a moment; carefully weighing her words before she met Adora's gaze. "Bear in mind I haven't been given any confirmation, but...well, it's highly likely that your former friend has been placed in charge of the Horde's military."
Adora blinks, head spinning slightly at...well, she's not sure. Catra being second in command? Wait, what about Shadow Weaver? First Ones, Lonnie's going to be ballistic. First Ones, poor sods are all doomed.
But she's not Horde anymore, is she? The thought that Catra is second of Command is just... a lot. "Oh," She murmurs, dazed. "How likely is highly likely?"
"Likely enough that we've chosen to assume she is until otherwise mentioned." Eye twitching, her expression becomes far off. "That's assuming Julij bothers to report again, of course. Knowing them they'll probably defect for greater entertainment." She mutters darkly, looking strikingly similar to her daughter.
Not wanting that ire directed toward her, Adora nods, hoping to move away from that conversation as fast as possible.
She'd met Julij, once. Her impression had been of an older Catra. More annoying, entirely more sarcastic, and quite capable of messing with anyone if they were bored enough.
Naturally, she'd run as fast as she could in the other direction. One Catra was more than enough - especially as an enemy. "So..."
"I suppose I feel it right to warn you." Angella sighs, and Adora does a double take at her complete change in demeanour. "It's likely you'll be hearing of her often from here onwards." She smiles apologetic, standing before brushing the grass from her dress. "I'd rather you ready yourself than be caught off of guard." Nodding, she heads towards the door with a gentle 'goodnight'.
Adora closes her eyes, slumping back into the grass.
There were times when she felt her life was some comedic story, written for others to entertain themselves. The idea that Catra was second in Command was just...
I wonder how far I would have gone if I cut you out sooner?
Adora flinches, not much enjoying the truth that was growing from that statement.
Catra and the enemy just shouldn't mix together, she contemplates, staring at the starry night in tired thought.
"Well," She murmurs, using the tree's trunk to help herself back up. "Belated congratulations on your promotion, Catra." She smiles faintly, staring at the tree before she herself heads back into the palace.
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Catra rubs her templates, carefully hiding her frustration for all she's really starting to be driven up the wall. "Where are they?" She maybe hisses, glaring at the crowded streets with slight weariness.
"In their defence," Lydia - not Lydia, damn it - offers with a wry smile, "I doubt they'd do anything particularly risky." She walks back from the shop, food in one hand as she adjusts her hat with the other. "Want one?"
"Thank you." Catra nods, reaching for the offered Kebab. "But that still doesn't mean they can just walk off after specifically saying they'd help."
The woman awkwardly looks away, seemingly contemplating something before she turns back towards her. "What's up with that, anyway? I thought they were with the rebellion."
"Yeah, I thought they were as well," Catra mutters, blinking in surprised pleasure as she takes a bite of her food. "But I've kind of figured Julij does whatever the hell they want, whenever they want; so hell if I know, Lyd- am. Lyam." She corrects, sending her a glare as if daring her to comment.
"Julij is rather infamous for being a loose bullet." She offers, smiling amusedly. "Thought why involve them at all? If you're not sure, I mean."
"You think it'd be better to let them ride through the Horde unsupervised?" Catra nods as Lyam wince at the thought. "Why the get-up, anyway? I would have thought it'd bring more attention, not less."
Lyam glances downwards, smiling faintly at her own disguise. "They're less likely to be looking for a man when searching for a girl, don't you think?"
In all honesty, Catra could bearly tell the difference between the human sexes unless it was particularly obvious. "I guess." Catra shrugs, taking another bite.
Lyam seems oddly happy with her disguise, barely containing a skip in her step as they walk toward the centre of the plaza. "I guess that's good enough, then." She grins, taking a seat by the bench.
Catra hums half interested, eyes still wondering the practically foreign crowds with idle thought. It's all quite elegantly detailed, with high buildings and water used as art. The streets are clear too, fresh air so very different to the smoke she's grown up with, a complete lack of filth, with friendly smiles and loud voices.
It's...different.
"How sure are you things will get complicated?" Catra asks instead, eyeing the flowing water with slight fascination.
"Removing the problem is the easy part." She shamelessly states, quite enough that no one would be able to hear them. "But there's no chance I'll be able to do it without the alliance instantly moving in to turn it to their favour."
"Which is where I come in." Catra nods, taking a seat next to her.
"Yes." She nods, thoughtful as her eyes dart through the street. "I can't move until they're dead, which makes me a bit of a sitting duck for the Rebellion."
"And you want me to drag you out of it."
"Which is the easy part." She adds with a frown. "They shouldn't bring any army into neutral territory, of course - but they also might."
Catra hums, pondering at how easily this could become a mess. "Which means I'd need an army close enough to reach us, while not close enough that it'd be priorly noticed."
"Got it in one." She leans back, staring at the moving clouds in idle thought. "Say," She grins mischievously, bouncing off the bench with all the life in the world. "Be honest with me, do I look good like this?"
Catra didn't really get what counted as good and bad looking for humans. Most species, for that matter. But she did know what they considered good and bad, so- "You do." Catra nods, staring at her idly. "Thought tucking all your hair in the hat does raise some few eyebrows."
"That's only because your looking." Lyam pouts. "And that's fine, I'll probably cut it as soon as I get the chance."
Wait, "What?" Catra blinks, surprised. "I thought you princess types liked fancy hair?" She'd definitely gotten the impression that Lydi- Liam was very throughout in taking care of it.
"It's just hair." She shrugged, seemingly slightly awkward at the sudden focus. "I mean, It would help to blend in, right?"
"Somewhat, I suppose." Catra frowns. "But you don't have to be that throughout. I can deal with-"
"It's fine!" She smiles, "it can grow back, and I want as many chips in my favour as I can get." She adds with a smile turned wry. "Which before I forget, you look quite dashing in your suit as well, Clara."
Catra's lip twitches, making a show of flipping her hair. "Thank you." Her smile turns sharp. "Thought if you're trying to get me into that dress, flattery will get you nowhere."
"I know, I know," She raises her hands in defeated apology. "I honestly didn't expect you to be that against it. I promise I won't make you wear anything you don't want, okay?"
Catra twitches; but nods nonetheless. "As long as we're clear." She smirks, lazily sliding off her bench before offering a hand. "Now, if my dear Sir doesn't mind, I think it's time to escort you back home."
"Why thank you, my dear Lady," Liam grins, reaching for the hand as she helps her up.
"Wow," A voice ponders as Liam let's out a startled squeak. "Get a room you two, my aromantic heart might get jealous." And Julij blinks with faux surprise. "Oh, wait..."
"And when have you been." Catra huffs, politely ignoring Liam's growing blush. "What happened to keep an eye out?"
"I was," Julij pouts, "But as I said, I thought you should get a room." They wink at Liam, which makes her go even redder.
That was not what you said, Catra's eye twitched. Violently. "Stop teasing he-im. Stop teasing him, damn it." She scowls, kicking Julij's shin, hard.
He has the decency to be hurt by it.
"I'm sure they had a perfectly reasonable explanation for leaving." Liam intervenes, though whether it's to avoid bringing attention or to simply skip this entire conversation is beyond her. She doesn't look particularly impressed with Julij either.
"As I said, I was giving you both some bonding time." Julij smiles, ignoring the heated glare Liam sends them. "But, if you must know, I was buying this." They pull out a cigarette, lighting it with a faint fire before exhaling happily.
"What."
"It's important." They nod sagely. "Someone my age needs their vices."
"Those things are going to be the death of you," Liam mutters with an uncharacteristic dark tone. "And I'm going to laugh, and laugh, and-"
"Yes, yes. That's very sweet of you." Julilj huffs, letting out another cloud of smoke. "See if I help you out again."
What. Catra mentally repeats, already feeling so very lost.
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"-it kill them to just behave for once in their life?" Catra hissed under her breath, pacing around in circles. i
Personally, Entrapta thought it was kind of hypocritical of Catra to complain about Julij of all people. Pot meet kettle indeed, she wisely snarked in the confines of her mind. Instead, she lets out an absent hum as she continued to write down notes. "You could try grounding them." She offers instead.
She can almost feel Catra glaring at the back of her head. Which, honestly, if she wanted someone to complain to, Entrapta was not the person for the job description. Physics was fun, Biology was fascinating, and maths made sense.
People? Yeah...no. Almost every person she'd met seemed to delight in following absolutely no spec of sense. In fact, quite the opposite - they were incapable of making sense. It'd driven her up the wall, back when Entrapta had tried making sense of it.
She had wised up to it, eventually.
"I'd have better chances in convincing Scorpia to stop hugging me." The younger woman muttered, earning a snort from Entrapta because oh first ones that was so true.
"She's showing some degree of progress." Entrapta found herself in the need to defend the woman. Only slightly, though. It wasn't like Catra was wrong.
"Maybe I'll get some progress with Julij then - it only took some few months to convince Scorpia," Catra smirked, taking a seat close - but not too close - at her side, leaning forward to get a better glance at her speer.
Scorpia wasn't the only one that had gotten better, Entrapta noted. Not quite looking up as she scrolled down the nearby screen. "It's still not ready - much like it wasn't ten minutes ago."
Catra pouted, "You can't tell me my spear is almost ready and then take some few hours to get it ready."
"Maybe if someone didn't spend so much time breaking it, I wouldn't have to spend so much time trying to fix it."
"Touche,"
Brat, Entrapta thought fondly. "Either way," She added, rather exhausted to continue the - maybe playful - debate. "It's charging now, so you're going to have to wait at least another three.
Catra blinked. "Three."
"Maybe four." Entrapta corrects, reaching for her 'to do' notebook. "I've been thinking of making some bracelets for you." At the woman's thoughtful expression, she added, "Nothing too bulky, I know. But large enough it can hold an acceptable battery." And then Entrapta does frown, an idea turning as she starts righting it down. "Maybe multiple batteries, actually, so it can be constantly charged." Drat, and she'd only just finished the previous draft a few days ago. Now she was going to have to wait for Catra to brake it all over again. "You can think of it as a friendship bracelet." She adds with a slight jocking tone.
"Ah," Catra shifts, not quite looking at her as she turns to look at some of her other diagrams. "Thanks, I guess."
It gives her a moment to get a look at the younger woman without making it awkward. Making sure she hasn't done something stupid like possibly corrupting her hand. Again.
It's still vexing that she hadn't figured out what it was. Just a basic outline of what it might do.
Not something she liked to admit. Not when it came to science, at least.
"You welcome," Is what she says instead, stretching her back as her hair reached for the nearby laptop. "And now that is out of the way." Entrapta grins, turning excitedly towards the screen. "Let's see what my tiny friends have found."
Catra blinks turning with barely hidden curiosity towards the screen. "It's arrived?"
"This morning," Entratpa grins, mischievous and unrepenting as she hands her a shared screen. "Happy belated birthday, Catra."
"Why must you say that whenever you make me something." Catra sighs, turning to take a seat by the relative empty table. "And we still don't celebrate birthdays in the Horde."
Entrapta shrugs, enjoying the familiar argument. "Just catching up to the ones I missed." She rebukes, even though the subject isn't one to entirely disagree. "And look what I found," She grins, delighted at the founding. "The Hyper-Water just sent its first batch of data!"
Catra's eyes almost sparkle in fascination, piercing at her own screen before she pauses. And blinks. "Wait," Her head shoots up, eyes narrow incredulously, "the what now?"
Entrapta turns to look at her, confused. "The first batch of data?" She repeats, confused. "From the First one's ship? The one where you might have almost died underneath the icy water?" Had she hit her head again? Entrapta pondered in concern. Granted, it had been six months ago, but one would think she'd remember almost dying.
Or maybe not, with how much she liked to make a habit of it.
"I-, no. Not that." Entrapta sends her an annoyed glare. "The name."
Entrapta sends her a weary look. "The Hyper-Water?" She offers, confused.
"Yes. What type of name is that?"
"A...it's a name, Catra. I don't see what you trying to say."
"It's a terrible name." Catra deadpans, hand ruffling her brown hair.
"Is not," Entrapta sniffs, mildly offended at her submarine's behalf.
"You called it the Hyper-Water. That's...I'm belaying that."
Entrapta splutters, "You can't belay her!" She squeaks. "It's her name."
"And it's a terrible name." Catra buries her head in her hands. "Literally any name would have been better. Oracle, Hermit, Trident, Eternity. Hell, even Trident would have been a better name than Hyper-Water."
Damn, those were good names. "Fine, fine. We can change it." Entrapta frowns, staring at the woman thoughtfully as she contemplates whether or not to just give her naming rights to all her inventions. It's not like Entrapta much cared for the naming process, not when she could spend more time inventing instead.
"How did you even think..." Catra trails off, exhaling sharply as she peered at the ceiling. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask." She shakes her head before a thought seemingly crosses her mind. "Wait, how did you give Emily a perfectly acceptable name, but not everything else?"
"Oh, that?" Entrapta responds, surprised. "Well, I didn't name her." Her gaze softens as she turns towards the sleeping robot at the side.
"You didn't..." Catra blinks, turning towards Emily. "Are you...implying, that she named herself?"
"Maybe?" Entrapta shrugs returning to The Hermit diagnosis. "She already had the designation Emily when I got here."
"Oh," Catra blinks, seemingly needing a moment to process that.
Sympathetically, her hair pat's the woman's shoulder. She'd had much the same existential crises when she'd realised she'd met a somewhat developed, sapient AI. "Yep."
"Huh," Catra blinks a second time, nodding. "Well," She tries to brush off her astonishment, "I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised. She is your kid after all." Catra's eyes soften, their tail lazily curling at the edge of the table.
She's your kid too, now, Entrapta thinks, lips twitching into the faintest of smiles.
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If you felt I should have written something differently, be it personality and/or displays of different states of mentality, please leave a comment! Any advice is welcome and appreciated!
Anyways, I'll See you next time! Ciao!
~ Faith