WiP Wednesday - Chipped Catra
She would do anything for him really. How horrible. Sometimes in moments of lucidity she would wonder what Adora would think of her. Bending the knee so easily now. Was she weak? Of course, she’d always been weak. Was she small? Yes. She… yes. She was lesser and beaten and forever on the back foot. It was the natural order of things. Her place in the universe. To suffer to become pure for Prime, to give herself to him willingly. Even if it was to make the pain stop, it was a choice she was making. Someone stronger and better and purer would surely not break so quickly.
He soothed that pain, he took it from her. She had suffered long before him, she would suffer now too. Her defenses were worn thin. It was not her fault she was made this way. As Shadow Weaver had so often bemoaned it was simply in Catra’s nature.
No helping that.
She’d tired (she’d tried (he knew) oh how she’d tried (hush now hush)).
No, no helping that.
