She looks away at that, frowns towards the ocean. The ocean's winds are playing with her hair, ruffling through it; the air smells fresh and wild, luring her to follow. So easy to leave this human to the worries that don't concern her and take to the ocean where she doesn't have to answer to anyone, where she doesn't have to be found.
If he's with the Crystal Gems, if he has that connection . . . it's not like she really owes him, does she? Releasing her is simply righting the wrong that was their fault so long ago. After all, wasn't she trapped because of them? Didn't they keep her for so many years in the mirror, never wondering, never bothering?
She doesn't owe anyone. Not even Homeworld, which left her here.
But she can feel her gem, jagged and nearly broken in her back. She's not whole. Escape into the ocean won't fix that -- nor will it get her back to Homeworld, where she can find the few that must have looked for her . . . where she's home and not on some forsaken backwater planet.
"Are you with them?" Her eyes come back to him, temporarily disregarding his question, giving him the full intensity of her gaze. "With the Crystal Gems?"
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If he's with the Crystal Gems, if he has that connection . . . it's not like she really owes him, does she? Releasing her is simply righting the wrong that was their fault so long ago. After all, wasn't she trapped because of them? Didn't they keep her for so many years in the mirror, never wondering, never bothering?
She doesn't owe anyone. Not even Homeworld, which left her here.
But she can feel her gem, jagged and nearly broken in her back. She's not whole. Escape into the ocean won't fix that -- nor will it get her back to Homeworld, where she can find the few that must have looked for her . . . where she's home and not on some forsaken backwater planet.
"Are you with them?" Her eyes come back to him, temporarily disregarding his question, giving him the full intensity of her gaze. "With the Crystal Gems?"