[She doesn’t answer, but purses her mouth at him. Of course she has every right.
Katsa can feel her rage begin to ebb away, aided by the rush that came with knocking him to the ground, and she breathes in carefully, slowly. If he’s agreed with her in some small measure then she should at least attempt not to yell at him again, not for a while, anyway.
Oh… but why hadn’t Po simply told her? He said he'd trusted her. Easily done, she supposes, with a talent like his.] And you have none. [Her voice is less accusing, but only just.] I can't know what you've seen in my mind, or what you've felt.
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Katsa can feel her rage begin to ebb away, aided by the rush that came with knocking him to the ground, and she breathes in carefully, slowly. If he’s agreed with her in some small measure then she should at least attempt not to yell at him again, not for a while, anyway.
Oh… but why hadn’t Po simply told her? He said he'd trusted her. Easily done, she supposes, with a talent like his.] And you have none. [Her voice is less accusing, but only just.] I can't know what you've seen in my mind, or what you've felt.