[ Catra watches him with a vague, detached sort of gaze. He's trying to be nice--and Catra isn't sure how she feels about it. She wants to push at it, shove him back. Every time someone tries to get friendly it's another chance for them to shove a knife into her back. Why should she trust them? ]
Yeah, tea, just what I need. That'll mend the cracked skull real quick.
[ Sarcasm, witticisms, jokes. A line of defense that's perhaps less cruel than simply telling people to fuck off, but it's still a defense. It feels better than just agreeing. ]
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Yeah, tea, just what I need. That'll mend the cracked skull real quick.
[ Sarcasm, witticisms, jokes. A line of defense that's perhaps less cruel than simply telling people to fuck off, but it's still a defense. It feels better than just agreeing. ]