Saturday is already shaking her head. "Yeah, no, I don't buy that. You thought you fucked up up. Everyone said, 'no worries, we forgive you' or 'hey, happens to everyone, here's how to do better next time.' An' that's somehow literally the worst thing someone can say to you? What were we supposed to do? Like did you want us to blame you? Because that's not fuckin' rational, Adora. That thing came outta nowhere - how could you know it was active, much less what it was capable of? We're not mad because we're just glad you're alive - an' that's nowhere in your calculations, is it? Or if it is, it's cause you think we - what, don't understand the stakes? Don't realize how much danger we're in? Don't understand how it is to have everything on your shoulders? Don't realize how it feels to know someone died because you fucked up an' there's nothing you can do to bring them back? 'Cause I know you know that ain't true."
She stands now, stretching out her hands. "I mean, all I did was ask you to clear your mind and focus. An' you were so worked up you couldn't even do that. I don't know your life, that's true - though I don't like what I've heard of this Shadow Weaver - but you've seen me fight an' you know I'm for real. An' I'm tellin' you, warrior to warrior, that being fucked up over failin' makes sense. Being so fucked up you can't put it aside an' focus on the training you need to not fuck up again? That's somethin' else. It's not good practice. You do have a responsibility t'do whatever you can - an' that includes sortin' through the mess in your head. 'Cause you don't do anyone any favors takin' every failure as a personal fuckin' statement on your worth. She-ra isn't the reason you exist. You're the reason She-ra exists."
She runs a hand through her hair, shaking it out.
"This all kinda got off track, though. Look - let me clarify, this is not a fight from my perspective. We're still friends if you wanna be. If you wanna try t'learn this trick again, I'm game any day. I didn't mean to ride you on it, you're gettin' enough of that. Sorry."
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She stands now, stretching out her hands. "I mean, all I did was ask you to clear your mind and focus. An' you were so worked up you couldn't even do that. I don't know your life, that's true - though I don't like what I've heard of this Shadow Weaver - but you've seen me fight an' you know I'm for real. An' I'm tellin' you, warrior to warrior, that being fucked up over failin' makes sense. Being so fucked up you can't put it aside an' focus on the training you need to not fuck up again? That's somethin' else. It's not good practice. You do have a responsibility t'do whatever you can - an' that includes sortin' through the mess in your head. 'Cause you don't do anyone any favors takin' every failure as a personal fuckin' statement on your worth. She-ra isn't the reason you exist. You're the reason She-ra exists."
She runs a hand through her hair, shaking it out.
"This all kinda got off track, though. Look - let me clarify, this is not a fight from my perspective. We're still friends if you wanna be. If you wanna try t'learn this trick again, I'm game any day. I didn't mean to ride you on it, you're gettin' enough of that. Sorry."