The diamond merely rolled over onto her stomach as she paid mind for once, pink finger poking at the turtle’s shell gently. “Look,” she piped up letting her cheek rest on her free hand. “I’m the RUNT of the diamonds, not to mention the youngest, and they think I’ve been dead for how many thousand years now? They won’t listen to me. I’m going to have more luck making an army out of those… bork-y things that people keep as servants.” She means dogs. “And why should I help the Crystals Gems anyway? They never did me anything other than put me in a bubble. Not fun, by the way.”
☆ – Pink had a point, they admitted. Uncomfortable blood existed between the Diamonds for thousands of years. Stevonnie wasn’t blind to their obvious relationship. Not to mention the sweeping hate between Crystal Gems and Homeworld. A peace seemed impossible. But the fusion was determined. They had to do this. ❛ We’ll just have to make them listen. It won’t be easy. But you ARE a diamond too. And this is still YOUR colony. Yellow seems logical, and Blue especially missed you. As long as we play to that, they have to listen. We have to keep positive. ❜ By now their eyes were sparkling by now in positive reinforcement.
The fusion giggled a little. ❛ You mean dogs. ❜ They brushed a strand of hair behind their ear. ❛ It’s not just about helping the Crystal Gems. It’s about helping all of Homeworld too. Just think about how many Gems who are just like the Crystal Gems. Who’s to say something like this won’t happen again? ❜