[ For a long few moments, there's only the sound of running water.
Then, quietly-- ]
... I used to be the laid-back one of my group back home. Before everything. Always goofing off. Class clown. Nothing really mattered. Couldn't get to me, y'know?
I just feel so angry, all the time! I can't even control it! Part of me doesn't even want to-- everything is shit and it's always been shit. Why shouldn't I be angry?!
I don't know, maybe because I just can't ever get a single solitary break! Some people have a bad day, or a bad month, or a bad year! I get a bad life!
Nothing I ever do is good enough! Every time I think things are finally turning around for me, it gets thrown right back in my face! I don't get to be happy!
Okay. So you need a Kit-Kat and a time out from the universe. Sounds about right.
( a hum of consideration, not disagreement. it's not going to help catra if daisy points out all the good things she does get. it's just going to make her angrier, more defensive.
at least, that's how daisy would respond.
so instead, she holds up a hand — one minute — before slipping out of the bathroom, burrowing into jyn's dresser to grab a pair of over-sized soft pants (they were cassian's, now they're jyn's, now they're daisy's to give to catra, the circle of life) and a worn t-shirt. )
Here. Put some clothes on first, scream about your life second. I'll grab some blankets and meet you in the living room, okay?
[ There's the sound of the shower head being turned off, and then Catra pokes only her face out from behind the shower screen, looking still cranky but somewhat mollified. ]
But five minutes later sees Catra dressed and dry and warmly ensconced in a huge blanket pile cocoon on the couch, looking a little sulky but otherwise contented, in that way that cats do.
She pulls the blankets a little closer around her, so only her face is poking out, like a little old Russian grandma. ]
( the future does not have kit-kats. it's a crime against humanity. but the future does have lots of crispy crunchy snacks, many of which daisy and jyn have hoarded in their pantry, so daisy is happy to bring out a bag or two and toss them in babushka catra's direction.
she might have to release her arms from the blanket pile to get at them, but daisy has faith she can figure it out. )
[ Catra's reflexes are fast, so she grabs the snack out of mid-air as it's thrown at her and then pulls it back under the blankets, opens the packaging and then takes a bite.
For a moment, there's only the sound of noisy chewing. Munch munch munch. Swallow. Then, finally-- ]
I don't know. It's just... stupid. You think you can trust someone, then it turns out you can't and they're an asshole. I don't even know why I'm here. Everyone's always so judgmental, all the time. Like they're so perfect.
Well, ( hands vaguely gesturing from around the wrappings of daisy's own snack, ) Yeah.
Of course everyone's judgmental. It's basically the human default: judge everyone else so you feel better about your own shit. ( she shrugs, as if to say: guilty as charged. ) Only difference is, some people will judge you to your face, and other people will judge you behind your back. But everyone does it.
( the assholes, incidentally, are the ones who pretend they like you but talk shit about you behind your back. )
[ Catra just listens to that while she munches, taking it in. It's true, she supposes. But she doesn't know how to respond to it. So she goes quiet again. But then, in a smaller voice-- ]
... What's so bad about wanting to rule the world, anyway? I'd be good at it. Well. Better than Hordak, anyway.
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Then, quietly-- ]
... I used to be the laid-back one of my group back home. Before everything. Always goofing off. Class clown. Nothing really mattered. Couldn't get to me, y'know?
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Now everything gets to you, but not everybody gets to see it?
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( sometimes you have to be. sometimes it's the only emotion you can let yourself feel. )
Why are you angry, though?
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Nothing I ever do is good enough! Every time I think things are finally turning around for me, it gets thrown right back in my face! I don't get to be happy!
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( a hum of consideration, not disagreement. it's not going to help catra if daisy points out all the good things she does get. it's just going to make her angrier, more defensive.
at least, that's how daisy would respond.
so instead, she holds up a hand — one minute — before slipping out of the bathroom, burrowing into jyn's dresser to grab a pair of over-sized soft pants (they were cassian's, now they're jyn's, now they're daisy's to give to catra, the circle of life) and a worn t-shirt. )
Here. Put some clothes on first, scream about your life second. I'll grab some blankets and meet you in the living room, okay?
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... The hell's a kit-kat?
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It's a candy bar, you weirdo. Get dressed, I'm gonna get a snack.
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But five minutes later sees Catra dressed and dry and warmly ensconced in a huge blanket pile cocoon on the couch, looking a little sulky but otherwise contented, in that way that cats do.
She pulls the blankets a little closer around her, so only her face is poking out, like a little old Russian grandma. ]
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she might have to release her arms from the blanket pile to get at them, but daisy has faith she can figure it out. )
So. ( drumroll. ) Snack, then scream.
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For a moment, there's only the sound of noisy chewing. Munch munch munch. Swallow. Then, finally-- ]
I don't know. It's just... stupid. You think you can trust someone, then it turns out you can't and they're an asshole. I don't even know why I'm here. Everyone's always so judgmental, all the time. Like they're so perfect.
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Of course everyone's judgmental. It's basically the human default: judge everyone else so you feel better about your own shit. ( she shrugs, as if to say: guilty as charged. ) Only difference is, some people will judge you to your face, and other people will judge you behind your back. But everyone does it.
( the assholes, incidentally, are the ones who pretend they like you but talk shit about you behind your back. )
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... What's so bad about wanting to rule the world, anyway? I'd be good at it. Well. Better than Hordak, anyway.