[ To Catra's credit, she doesn't give up, even when things seem hopeless. If she must die, she's planning on selling herself as dear as she can manage. She's hacking, coughing. Her throat and lungs burn, her eyes water. When her flailing hand is knocked aside and hands grip her head, she lashes out again, trying to at least dig her claws into a shoulder, an arm, anything. She can't see. Everything hurts. ]
Fuck... You...
[ The words are wet, bubbling from lips damp with bloody froth as she coughs and shudders. As hands squeeze against her skull she screams, throat already ragged. Flecks of bloody spittle land on her assailant. The pain is excruciating, her head caught in a vice that grows ever tighter. Her vision, already blurred by tears, swims and grows indistinct.
Goodbye, world. Catra never liked you much anyways.
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Fuck... You...
[ The words are wet, bubbling from lips damp with bloody froth as she coughs and shudders. As hands squeeze against her skull she screams, throat already ragged. Flecks of bloody spittle land on her assailant. The pain is excruciating, her head caught in a vice that grows ever tighter. Her vision, already blurred by tears, swims and grows indistinct.
Goodbye, world. Catra never liked you much anyways.
Adora...
She's sorry, Adora. ]