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|| This is a Oneshot. || Catra gave a sarcastic laugh, "C'mon, Adora. I'm not the only fucked up one in this relationship, y'know." Adora scoffed, "Catra - you aren't - what?" Catra was always capable of seeing Adora just as Adora. She wasn't She-Ra, or just some special entity Adora could summon for excessive strength. She was just, her. To Catra, She-Ra and Adora were two different existences, one of which Adora was used for by her very own best friends at the start of their alliance. Or Catra convinces Adora to go to therapy because Adora's martyr complex - along with the way she was used for having a goddess alter ego - made her put others before herself in a way which her own life is put into jeopardy. Or Adora needs to stop sacrificing herself like an idiot.
The Truth is Hard to Bear
