Steven’s hands slammed against the side of the bubble, hitting them with all his might, and blue electricity fizzled around them, but neither did anything, they both bounced harmlessly off. Once or twice he thought he was getting somewhere— his nails were digging in, like he’d be able to rip it open— but then there’d be a pressure, and he’d lose his grip.
He stared up at the fusion’s cold, impassive face. The two Gems that made them up weren’t reacting at all.
Steven curled up around himself, struggling against the burn of tears. He couldn’t escape this. And even if he could, what would he do? They’d taken Lapis, they’d taken Pearl—
“I hate you,” Steven muttered, one more time. The fusion gave no indication they’d heard him. At least they were wearing those glasses again, so he didn’t have to see their freakish three eyes anymore.
They were taking him to a warp pad. They’d bring him to the Crystal Gem base and then they’d— they’d— they’d kill him— just like they did to Pink—
The warp stream looked red through the filter of the bubble, and all too quickly it disappeared. It was replaced with a cave of stone and crystal, and standing in the middle of it was Rose Quartz. He’d recognise her anywhere. Her sharp, burning eyes, this twist of her scowl, the glint of her sword—
She didn’t have her sword, not now. She was— she was just standing there, smiling and chatting, chatting with—
The Hunger Games // Catching Fire // Mockingjay Part 2 And for the first time, I understand what he means. I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.