[a moment's pause, and Catra draws back, one hand still resting on Iris's shoulder. she wipes at her face, scrubbing away the dampness that lines the fur on her cheeks]
I don't know. For some reason, when you say it-- I can kind of believe it.
. . . I guess.
[even though things really do feel hopeless right now]
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[a moment's pause, and Catra draws back, one hand still resting on Iris's shoulder. she wipes at her face, scrubbing away the dampness that lines the fur on her cheeks]
I don't know. For some reason, when you say it-- I can kind of believe it.
. . . I guess.
[even though things really do feel hopeless right now]