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Catra had quite the silver tongue. Glimmer loved that about her.
She was so quick with her cutting words. She’d seen how those words could break Adora down. But Glimmer wasn’t so quick to be fooled. She had a bit of a sharp tongue herself.
When Catra would rage quietly against her, Glimmer would explode into a burst of fiery sparkles. They were perfectly matched in that way. Catra had a silent fury, whereas Glimmer was much more upfront. She wondered sometimes how Catra was able to keep all of those feelings inside of her. Her hurt, her loss. Her anger. Yet all she really showed was a witty sarcasm and slyness, just like a cat. Glimmer was a little too quick to let her emotions show on her face. She could hardly hear bad news without her face glowing hot red with anger or sadness.
So no, she and Catra weren’t the same on the outside. But they understood each other. Deep down, they felt things just as strongly, the rage and the pain. It made them connect in a way that most others couldn’t understand. And Glimmer was okay with that.
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