( it has never been any sort of secret that growing up within the horde's forces was something of joyless experience. they didn't celebrate, they didn't bond, they didn't adhere to rituals or holidays, and the horde most certainly didn't pretend as if they had individual value beyond that as soldiers. they were just that.
nothing more, nothing less. meant to live and die for that idiot, hordak's, wishes. everyone has been talking so much today about personal sacrifices and it feels a little weird to catra because sacrifice is all she feels like she's known. how much she's had to give to have anything at all.
and she would struggle to say she actually had anything. she's tossed away anything she ever valued.
it's equally weird when she catches scorpia on the ground, near plenty of others who are taking part in the ritual that everyone won't shut up about. )
You too?
( she asks as she approaches, glancing down at her. )
◆ scorpia (growing pains)
nothing more, nothing less. meant to live and die for that idiot, hordak's, wishes. everyone has been talking so much today about personal sacrifices and it feels a little weird to catra because sacrifice is all she feels like she's known. how much she's had to give to have anything at all.
and she would struggle to say she actually had anything. she's tossed away anything she ever valued.
it's equally weird when she catches scorpia on the ground, near plenty of others who are taking part in the ritual that everyone won't shut up about. )
You too?
( she asks as she approaches, glancing down at her. )