The door to his holding cell opened quite abruptly, and Steven squinted at the light that poured in, slowly pushing himself to stand. He’d lost track of how long he’d been with the Homeworld gems, but he was… tired. He’d already undergone multiple experiments, and though he did heal quickly, he hadn’t quite finished healing since the last session.
Instead of the Quartz guard who escorted him and brought him his food (which were more or less the synthetic foods given to the zoomans) however, he saw a much taller, much more imposing figure, and as it clicked who it was, he swallowed thickly.
“U-Um, My… My Diamond?” He offered, somewhat uncertaintly, lifting his arms to attempt to salute the matriarch. He was still uncertain of Homeworld ettiquete, but Yellow Diamond refused to acknowledge him unless he used the term ‘my diamond’ so he was… slowly learning.
This would be, however, his first time meeting the Blue Matriarch, and though she’d SEEMED kinder than yellow behind closed doors, he didn’t quite know what to expect now.
Without having to instruct her Pearl the cell opened, revealing the human specimen hybrid. ( inferior, taunting and unworthy ! ) If any member of Blue’s court had become.. one with a human then the human half had to be eradicated for she saw it as some caricature mockery of PURE fusion; nonetheless, he remained intact. Analyzing him for a few moments, acknowledging his existence; she is overwhelmed by his existence for it is a reminder of her own mountainous regrets and what Pink ultimately adored.
However, her emotions are tied neatly together and buried within her core. Unseen, unneeded and rather unnecessary. She had known when to wallow in her grief, in her suffocating regret of not doing what she could for her broken half but maybe she could learn something from the thing that was every inch of the embodiment of Pink’s legacy. After all Blue desired to feel her regret, her guilt for it was a reminder. SHE IS GONE, GONE, AND GONE.
‘ Come. ’ Her voice reverberates and reflects the cold matriarch she is perceived to by some, however, it’s not harsh nor kind -- rather it is neutral. Faux impassiveness was a trait she had learned to hone over the endless years, it is what keeps the feigned serenity hanging in the air despite the tension hanging between the two. Her massive figure turns, expecting him to follow and she knows that her Pearl would rush him along if he so much hinders her plans.
Leading to him one of the many chambers, to be exact a room that contained solely shattered gems -- fragments of the few who were retrieved from the war. A smaller, isolated version of the geo-weapon within ‘ Earth ’ -- to be exact an experiment. She allows silence to settle between them, to let IT take in the sight that was constantly moving in pain, in anguish. Blue held curiosity albeit all her closed off emotions of grief welling inside her, she wondered what would Pink’s ultimate legacy think of THIS sad excuse of an existence.
‘Tell me, when you see this.. what do you think of it?’
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