It was hard to live with the guilt of shattering Pink Diamond. Her diamond. But life went on and she had at least a millennia to live, and although it was a nagging in the back of her mind, the quartz gem just had to try and move on.
And so she did, for a while, the rebellion some 4500 years behind her. The shattering of the one important to her 4500 years behind her (She had to; it was for her cause).
And then there she was. Thirty foot tall and proud with that signature pink diamond on her navel, a similar placement to Rose’s own gem.
She felt sick.
“My… My diamond,” She breathed, weakly doing the salute. Was this a second chance, perhaps? Or was it something akin to alternate universes like she had heard about in passing. Or, maybe, it was something more sinister…