There's a lot to absorb in all of that. The Crystal Gems, gone. Rose -- again, Rose Quartz? Was?

She's quiet, taking it all in, lips pressed together into a thin line of white.

She could refuse him. It would be easy -- to leave him here to his memories and his helplessness. What should any of it matter to her? It's fitting, isn't it, if the Crystal Gems went mad and got lost, became monsters to be beaten and trapped in bubbles? If they rebelled against Homeworld for this place and yet met their end here? What does she care what happens to this world and the bare remnants of what remains of the battles of Rose Quartz? Hasn't she already given enough?

Yet in the end, none of these sticking points will help her, either. None of it will let her get home. She knows her own world, its laws, and its technology. But he knows this place, and maybe some of what she's lost in the long years between then and now.

For the moment, there's only one good decision to make. Her eyes shift sideways, not liking it.

"I'll help you," she says finally. "But I want something back."