She's spent the last stretch of time since "Dad" revealed that they were with the Crystal Gems almost completely internal, consciousness plunging deep and shutting out most of the world around her, inert and unresponsive.
Maybe this is protection. Maybe guilt. Maybe grief.
Maybe all of them together.
The crash, though, alerts her, yanks her back to the present: Such a sound is threat, and already possessed of very deep-seated anxiety in her current form, she surfaces, hauled upward by it into light and activity.
There's not much to see; by that point Steven and "Dad" are already gone. She listens in the dark, absolutely intent, absolutely focused on the world outside the van.
Then the roar. The burst of light . . . and there's "Dad."
But he's wrong somehow. Unfocused. Raw, like his skin has suddenly been stripped away.
no subject
Really shouldn't.
She's spent the last stretch of time since "Dad" revealed that they were with the Crystal Gems almost completely internal, consciousness plunging deep and shutting out most of the world around her, inert and unresponsive.
Maybe this is protection. Maybe guilt. Maybe grief.
Maybe all of them together.
The crash, though, alerts her, yanks her back to the present: Such a sound is threat, and already possessed of very deep-seated anxiety in her current form, she surfaces, hauled upward by it into light and activity.
There's not much to see; by that point Steven and "Dad" are already gone. She listens in the dark, absolutely intent, absolutely focused on the world outside the van.
Then the roar. The burst of light . . . and there's "Dad."
But he's wrong somehow. Unfocused. Raw, like his skin has suddenly been stripped away.
What's . . . happened?
Where's Steven?
Rose . . .
Rose Quartz?