[That’s not a great place for Catra’s hand to be. Adora’s arm whips up, a blur, catching her former best friend’s wrist and squeezing it tightly. Then she’s spinning, moving behind Catra to pin that arm at the small of her back. It’s a pretty basic restraint, but one she’s relatively confident she can maintain. Leaning in, close to her antagonizer’s ear, she almost growls. This probably isn’t what Catra wanted, and she noticed the flinch. Don’t think she didn’t…she knows she’s very much a bull in a china shop sometimes, and right now? She is definitely that.]

If you want to push my buttons so bad, fine. If this is the only language you understand, fine. We can do things this way.

[Her free hand grabs Catra by the back of the shirt and she lifts her straight up, starting to march towards a side door, carrying her like a mother cat carrying a troublesome kitten.]

If you can’t believe that I still care about you…that you’re important to me, then I don’t know what to tell you. You’ve got to be deaf, blind, and dumb to miss that I care for you. But if you want to make me mad, if you keep being so incredibly selfish, then I’m going to start treating you the way you want to be treated.

[And this is just the start. She kicks open the side door and tosses Catra outside, glaring at her.]