Sweet Jesus this ep.
Ok so this whole episode of Steven Universe just brought back all kinds of PTSD from Frybo. “Keeping it Together” had me doing anything but that.
On a less serious note, we finally got Peridot! Jeez, I almost forgot the sound of her voice it’d been so long.
But that’s not what is really making me cringe right now.
I’m just gonna call out the one part of that episode that’s got everyone exploding right now, the one where Garnet is just frozen in place while she confronts that fusion abomination. The tension as the scene unfurls is enough to just make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The gems are shown trying to find some way of forming, screaming as they struggle into this uncanny amalgam of arms and hands. Then, in a slow, calculated advance, it creeps up on Garnet and …
I was straight up just waiting for that thing to tear Garnet in half violently or something, but that moment never came. It just sat there as Garnet wept in shock.
Then, moments later, she makes that remark that blows my mind.
This jumbled mess of limbs was formed from the forced fusion of shattered Crystal Gems.
That made me think so sympathetically for Garnet then. It made so much sense. The hands that grabbed Garnet weren’t strangling or hurting, they were feeling … and recognizing. The limbs get a hold of her shoulder, then her face, then graze her hair, and for a second, I’m pretty sure they all collectively felt and recognized their dear old friend, someone who they haven’t known the touch of in along time.
“Garnet. Our Garnet.”
I wanna say that’s also why Garnet doesn’t immediately destroy the clump of limbs. But this messes with my head. These shards are a part of gems that have “died” correct? But at the same time, a part of their conscious still exists in these pieces. So, imagine waking up from DYING, reality is severed and you’re mind is fragmented and fused with what appeared to be four other minds so you’re completely disoriented.
Pain all over.
Then, like waking up in the morning, you just start lumbering forward after being resurrected from this long sleep, bumping into what you feel to be a familiar friend. You can’t see them, you can’t hear them, and in a horrifying way, you can hardly think them because of the lack of head.
But she’s there.
And I can just hardly keep myself together when I try to imagine their first impulse upon realizing it’s Garnet, grabbing her in a pleading manner, almost audibly begging:
“Garnet, I can’t see. We can’t see! H-help us …”