It was complicated. And she wouldn’t know how she could possibly explain it to Pink Diamond. White, Blue and Yellow all understood now: Stevie was from a different reality, and in her toying around with different universes, she found herself currently trapped in this one. So she decided to help Steven resurrect Pink Diamond, and currently, Stevie was living on Homeworld, helping with various things now that the Diamond Empire was changing. While this Steven was conflicted about the whole thing, he was significantly less so than his alternate counterpart. In his reality, Pink Diamond was just a diamond who tried invading earth, who his mother shattered, and now she was being brought back. Stevie’s past was different. In her reality, Pink Diamond was Rose Quartz, they were one person, and there had been so much confusion, deception and lies, along with a lifetime of paying for both the actions of Rose Quartz and Pink Diamond.
But Stevie wouldn’t put that on Pink. She knew too well how awful it was to be blamed for things you didn’t do. There were still certain things, however, that Pink did do all on her own. Like what she did to Spinel. And yet, there was another part of her that felt a certain attachment to Pink Diamond. Stevie supposed that it was this attachment that allowed herself to go along with this resurrection.
Even if it wasn’t really her mother, it was the closest she would probably ever get to meeting her. She could ask Pink questions about herself, get to know what maybe her real mother was like. But Stevie would tell herself over and over like a mantra; this isn’t the Pink Diamond from your reality. This isn’t Rose Quartz.
Though she would have a hard time explaining to Pink how she possessed versions of all her diamond powers. She was Rose Quartz’s daughter like Steven, yet unlike Steven, she was also a diamond. The gem in her belly button wasn’t a quartz, it only sort of looked like one because it was turned. Upon close inspection, one could tell that it was, in fact, a pink diamond. It wouldn’t make sense at first, she figured. But if White, Blue and Yellow could understand after some time, then so could Pink.
Pink had talked to White, Blue, Yellow and now Steven. She was probably overwhelmed. She decided to wait. Let Pink come to her instead of bombarding her with yet another person with information about her shattering, how she was back, what happened, etc.
“I told her about you when we talked.” Steven had told her as they sat in one of the many rooms this Homeworld castle had. “Not much. Just that you’re Rose Quartz’s daughter. I didn’t tell her about the diamond stuff. Or the alternate reality stuff. But I told her you guys could meet in the main hall if she wanted to talk.”
So sitting in the main hall, alone now, she waited. Stevie sat at a table. She napped for a bit at one point, though it wasn’t for long; she was too anxious to really relax. Wide awake now, she wondered when or even if Pink Diamond would walk through.
