[it's not touch week, so Catra does flinch a little bit at that contact, surprised by her own reaction. it takes a few deep breaths, but she relaxes moments afterwards, allowing Viola to keep her hand there for as long as she'd like]

I get it.

[and she does. possibly more than Viola knows]

It's impossible to really accept, when someone is telling you that everything you know is a lie.

[. . .]

It's not. . . I mean. You're not the only. . . one, though. To-- you know.

Have someone mess with your head.