[ Catra feels tired. So, so tired. More than the pain, the overriding sensation is of bone deep weariness. She is ready to slip away into sleep, to rest. She is halfway there when she feels arms wrapping around her aching, battered body and holding her up. Eyelids flicker and then mismatched eyes finally open so she can stare up at the blurry shape that has to be Adora. ]
'Dora?
[ Her voice is raspy and weak, wet with blood and phlegm. She can't move. Her head aches with the light and she wants to close her eyes again. Let her rest. It's okay to rest, finally, right? She tries to form words but they don't quite manage to eke free of her mouth. At least in the end she is here, with Adora. It's more than she asked for. More than she deserves. ]
'M...
[ To call this sound a whisper would be grossly underselling it. It's a gasp, a weak sound that could barely be called speech. ]
'M sorry...
[ She tries to smile but that hurts too much and it barely reaches her face. Catra wants to reach up and touch Adora's cheek. Wants to reassure her that it's okay. At least she gets this in her last moments, she thinks. At last she has balanced the scales in some small way. ]
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'Dora?
[ Her voice is raspy and weak, wet with blood and phlegm. She can't move. Her head aches with the light and she wants to close her eyes again. Let her rest. It's okay to rest, finally, right? She tries to form words but they don't quite manage to eke free of her mouth. At least in the end she is here, with Adora. It's more than she asked for. More than she deserves. ]
'M...
[ To call this sound a whisper would be grossly underselling it. It's a gasp, a weak sound that could barely be called speech. ]
'M sorry...
[ She tries to smile but that hurts too much and it barely reaches her face. Catra wants to reach up and touch Adora's cheek. Wants to reassure her that it's okay. At least she gets this in her last moments, she thinks. At last she has balanced the scales in some small way. ]
For... for everything.