“SO, YOU FINALLY HAD THE GUTS TO EXPOSE ME?” the cell is cold and barren of anything notable besides the bright yellow glow of the destabilizing field. you have sat in the furthest corner and kept your mouth sealed, regardless of who has attempted to goad you into confession; quartz guards, topazes, your zircon. but when white diamond’s pearl stepped into your line of vision, you felt the compulsion to call out to her, not out of malice, or defeat, but out of curiousity. regardless of what happens at the trial, your fate will hardly end in anything but a well-deserved shattering. “wanted to put me out of my misery? or did get you bored of holding it over my head?”
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