princesspower: (You're the ground my feet won't reach)
Adora | She-Ra ([personal profile] princesspower) wrote in [community profile] piper902021-01-28 08:05 pm

[locked to new hires] post-babadon't

[ Adora fidgets with her communicator, staring at the screen, her brow furrowed as the video feed starts up. She's in a bed in the infirmary, with some bandaging on her head where she's was previously bleeding from the scalp. She looks tired, mostly. ]

Hey everybody. I just - I guess I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let myself get taken out like that. Everyone had to deal with that because of me. I screwed up. I won't let it happen again. Uh - I guess that's about it.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-01 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday stops a moment to consider that, before answering. She can't say, "they don't" because they do; the problem is that they don't mean it the way Adora's receiving it. Saying Adora's wrong isn't gonna help - Adora's hearing nothing but that and also, that is what people are doing - and saying that she's right isn't true. Well, it's not untrue, but it's as incomplete as the other version.

She chews on her lower lip a bit, looking inward and distracted.

"Well, from where I'm sittin', it seems more like people are seeing someone walking around with a broken leg saying she's fine, and wondering what in the hell she's saying that for. But - " a sharp nod, as she comes to conclusion. "We also don't actually know each other that well, do we? We've got a lotta facts about each other, but we don't know. So - okay. What do you know, then? Like what are we missing? What would be good for you?"

Her face is open, her voice sincere. This isn't a challenge, or meant to undermine her. She's asking, because Adora's right - no one actually has.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Well..." Saturday checks what she's saying as she says it, clearing it of any thoughtless turn of phrase that might catch them up. "You said we're acting like you don't know what's best for you, an' that you know what you need. I thought maybe some of that was more training, 'cause when I offered you accepted, but that ain't worked out so good. So I figure, I musta missed somethin', right? Which means maybe you are right, an' you know what's best for you, an' it's not anything we've offered. So if you can tell me what it is, maybe I can help you get it."

Saturday waits for the answer without trying to anticipate the response. She's learned, painfully, that that's the only way to do. At least, when you really want to reach someone, and not just con them into going along until the goal's been met.

But the first step is the immediate need. Adora doesn't feel listened to, so - Saturday will listen.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday is really starting to regret not taking a closer look at the other comments on Adora's post. She frowns, bracing her forearms against her knees.

"Have to do what, exactly - what responsibilities? I logged off after I said my bit," she explains. "Didn't look to close at what everyone else was saying, just checked no one was blaming you more'n you already blamed yourself. Mostly what I saw was people sayin' not to be too hard on yourself over it; pick yourself up, dust yourself off, an' keep goin'."

She starts to shrug, frowns, then decides to hold her peace. There are other things she wants to say, about the whole not-getting-it thing - she suspects the problem might be more that they get it too well. That might not be helpful at this point, though.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday isn't quite as puzzled as she puts on - she knows what Adora is doing, she knows why, and she can just about feel Scylla pointing and laughing at her, somewhere across the metaplanes.

"I didn't see anyone sayin' that? Just not to be so hard on yourself. You ain't the only person here carryin' the world on their shoulders," she points out. "Don't mean that as a criticism, it's just true. Like, back home, everyone I love is preparing for a final battle that we either win or us and the whole world dies a long, slow, ugly death. It makes me fucking crazy that I'm not there. That I'm a fucking prisoner on a useless deathtrap in a dying world when everyone I'm responsible for is in danger - "

She cuts herself off. Not about you, dumbass.

" - point is, from what Catra's told me, you're the only person on your level back in Etheria, am I wrong? So maybe there, it is all on you, 'cause no one else can meet the threat. But if you ask around, a lot of people here are dealin' with or have dealt with world-ending shit, with being the only person or one 'a the only people who can deal with it. I think sayin' they don't understand is kinda overstating it. Might be," and here she gambles, "some of it is them understandin' too well, you know? What it's like to have something precious in your hand and drop it, even if someone else had to pry it from you first. You always think you coulda just held on a little tighter."

The ever-present grief and guilt surge forward, eager to remind her they're there, and that she deserves them nipping at her heels. She tilts her head forward, hiding her eyes behind her bangs, so Adora won't see. This isn't about her feelings, no matter what old wounds it jabs.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Being their friend?" Saturday says it without thinking, and as she says it clarity hits her like a bolt of terrible lightning - she understands, too late, what Maggie had been trying to tell her. Except Maggie isn't here to...

Put it aside. Carry on.

"Like..." she says it slowly, processing as hard as she can. "Do you think they'd be happy if you went away? Like being able to protect them is the only reason they like you, so if you can't do that, they won't care if you live or die? 'Cause I know Catra doesn't think that. I know I don't think that."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: cw: suicidal thoughts

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, I get that." Saturday nods, in understanding. "But - I think part 'a what they're trying to say is, not better you then someone else. Like..."

She frowns, trying to think of how Maggie would put it.

"Like... we do this hero shit, right, because we think everyone has the right to live an' be happy. That includes us. If someone was in front of you - if Catra was in front of you, saying it would be better if she had died instead of failing, would you think she was talking sense? An' if you wouldn't, then what makes you different from her - what makes the right she has t' life an' happiness more important then your own? It can't be her feelings, 'cause she doesn't feel that way."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday raises an eyebrow.

"But why does you bein' She-ra matter, exactly? Like, okay, it means you can do more, take more, fight harder. But it doesn't make you invincible, right? You're operating on another level, but you can still fail. So the question still stands, I think? Let's pretend you didn't get the lightshow back, or it was Catra who got it instead, if that helps. Would the same rules apply to her if she had the power, an' you didn't? Would you tell her go on, go ahead, you're the one who has to die, you're the one who's got the carry the load, all by yourself, and I won't help you because you shouldn't need it?"

She spreads her hands wide, almost pleading.

"Why should being She-ra mean you don't get to live an' be happy, that you gotta make the sacrifice play? Who ever said that that was your job? Isn't that something you kinda decided for yourself, without even asking anyone if that's what they want from you? I'm not saying don't fight, don't be a hero, but... did anyone ever actually say that it was all on you? Or did you decide that on your own? Who has ever actually asked you to carry it all by yourself?"
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I think the same way, sometimes. But... I actually figured something out, just now, talking. Something my best friend said before - before I got grabbed. It's like, I thought she was just being cruel for no reason, but she wasn't. She wasn't saying that my self isn't enough, that it's bad for me to be a hero. She was saying... kinda the opposite, actually, I think I just realized. My self is enough. I don't gotta kill myself trying. She was trying to say she doesn't want my heroic death. She wants my life, an' if it's not heroic then she's fine with that. As - as long as I'm alive to be not-a-hero with her, that's enough."

Shit. Now she's starting to cry a little.

"I think Catra an' the rest were trying to say the same thing. They don't want your heroic death. Heroic deaths make good stories, but they're still deaths. You still wouldn't be there anymore, after. How could they be happy with a victory at that price? Would you be?"

She's speaking slowly now, feeling it out as she goes.

"My pops - raised me to do great things. Be a hero. Ever since I can remember, that's all I ever wanted. Then I got to actually go do hero stuff and you know what? It fucking sucks. Nobody should have to be a hero. Not all the time. It's too damn much to ask of anyone, and that includes yourself."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"But says who? Like - heroes are supposed to do things for other people, right? But everyone we're doing this for says, stop, don't do that. It's hurting you, and it'll hurt me. So what kind of heroes are we, if we don't listen to them, just keeping going forward even if it hurts them? Who are we really doing it for, then?"

Adora is crying, so Saturday is crying more; she wants to stop but it feels good to cry about this, like something finally snapped inside her, but it wasn't breaking, it was just letting go.

"I don't think - I don't think it's about not giving all of yourself. I think it's more... like... " She reaches out, as if grasping for something, and lets her hand fall. "I think it's about accepting that the world is a fucking - i don't know, desert - full of people who need help, an' if you pour everything you have into that, sure, you're gonna help some people, but then you'll be dead, and what good can you do for all the people after that who're gonna need you? If you give all of yourself, then there's nothing left for people who've come to depend on you. And there's nothing left for you. And then you're gone, and there's nothing to show you were there except some wet sand and a good story, because people are never gonna not need help. You can't fix it, even with magic. Or someone already would have."

She takes a deep breath.

"What they're trying to say is: giving everything doesn't include your life. If you're willing to die for other people's right to live, how can you exclude yourself from that kind of thinking and still be an honest person? Who says that this is who we have to be and what we have to do? According to whom? Us? Are we really that fuckin' smart, that we can make that call? The people we love? They already chimed in. The people who raised us? Well, you were raised by an evil asshole and I was raised by a man with his own issues. If every single person says we're worth more then our deaths, an' the only people saying otherwise are us, and the people who raised us to believe that..."

Another shaking breath, hands on knees. The tears are pouring free down her face.

"You know, a big part of being a hero is admitting when you're wrong."
Edited 2021-02-02 05:47 (UTC)
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-02 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday can't think of anything coherent to say: just this deep welling feeling of but why? What purpose does any of it serve if the people you're doing it for don't want it? Except she's said that already, and it's not getting through. But something is niggling at her, jumping up and down for attention in the back of her mind. Something Adora said before, ages ago, back when they'd all just arrived. About her sword. About She-ra.

Saturday's eyes narrow.

"But you've been wrong before, right? About She-ra, and your destiny. Wasn't she a fake-out from the start? Just a superweapon looking for a host, something like that? You chose to throw her away rather then be controlled and used up. After believing you'd been chosen for some great purpose, or whatever. Or am I rememberin' wrong?"
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-04 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Mara was supposed to used the weapon. After her, it was you, an' you chose the same thing. But you both realized you were wrong in how you thought the power of She-ra was gonna be used - or should be used - but you were both wrong, weren't you? About who She-ra was meant to be. And you both changed your minds. Decided not to be used up."

She studies Adora's face, looking for - something. She's not sure what. But there's something here.

"You are still She-ra, but because you chose to be. So - it's not that you have to. You've decided that you push come to shove, you're the one who doesn't deserve to live, because with great power comes great responsibility - to die? Why is that where your head goes, immediately, to the point where you get jumped and survive then hate yourself for not fighting to the death? You didn't do anything wrong, Adora. You just screwed up. That's not a crime. No one even died. So why did you jump to 'I should be dead'?"

Saturday thinks she knows the answer, but - that's not the point of asking.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2021-02-08 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
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."