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WHO: Garnet and anyone.
WHAT: A slightly mopey gem eating pizza.
WHEN: After Bismuth.
WHERE: A bench somewhere in the City of Tomorrow.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Expect spoilers for some of the more recent Steven Universe episodes.

Garnet sat in silence, the world passing around her, her thoughts turned inward.

Bismuth.

For so long, she'd thought Bismuth long, long gone. She had accepted that Rose had lost track of her. That the worst had happened. She hadn't even sought out a future where Bismuth was with them again, and then, suddenly, all of those possibilities opened up again. She had ignored the dark ones. Hadn't even looked into those subtle waters. No, Garnet had grasped the joy of having an old friend back with her again with both gem-inlaid hands and had ignored the question of why Bismuth had been hidden in Lion's mane.

Pearl had lamented that Rose hadn't kept secrets, even from her, even in the face of evidence to the contrary. Now Garnet had to wonder how many secrets Rose really had kept.

There was a plate on her lap with two slices of pizza draped over it. One even had a bite taken out of it. Humans ate to distract themselves. It seemed that, at the moment, so did she.

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"It doesn't help, you know. Eating to forget," Loki adds, as she slides into the seat across from Garnet.

"I didn't think it could." She wasn't even sure why she'd gotten it, except to experience something other than numbness. Did that count as eating to forget? There were so many human - organic? - expressions she still didn't quite understand.

"Drinking works better," Loki says. "If your metabolism is prone to it. I doubt yours is, but I'd be willing to help you try if you like. Or," she continues. "We can go find something to break. That helps me."

Sometimes. Sometimes it's making something. You know.

Something to break.

Given what Steven had told her, no, the last thing she needed was to break something, and perhaps, for a moment, even with her visor in place, it might have just shown on her face. Breaking anything just then...

No.

"Nothing breaks today."

"If not breaking, the4n what of making?" the Goddess of Stories asks.

He now, for all it's brightness and fearsome creatures, found about in the land of Tomorrows. He has found home-from-home, rest, and new friends. But it is clear he has been brought to this magnificent and miraculous world for a greater purpose. A reason befitting his role as the new prophet of the Messiahs and the descendant of the Great Preacher.

And that can only mean he has been sent here to spread the wicked word.

Angel or no, he has come to understand these beings that persist here are not of any tendency to bring harm. He couldn't imagine a place where such would be anyway. He sees only hopefuls, individuals who might hear what he has to say, people like-- that one!

"Excuse me, sister, have you a moment for our Lord and Lady the Messiahs t- oh." His face falls as he takes in her expression and, more than that, the fears that flock about this one's heart. "You are not well. I sense many a mother fuckin fear from you."

"They are not fears."

Mother fuckin fear. Interesting phrase. Another day, she may have asked about it. Today, she did not.

"They are concerns."

And that was true. Was she afraid? Maybe for Bismuth. Maybe for Steven. Not for herself. She, herself, was fine.

That was a lie. But it was a lie she'd cradle like the truth until it became the truth, like she could see would happen. When, she wasn't sure. Not yet. But it would happen. They would be concerns, and they would be concerns she would quietly but firmly address with the rest of the Crystal Gems, including Steven, and perhaps even Connie.

But not yet.

No, now, she looked at her pizza, then at the creature facing her, the likes of which she hadn't seen before. "Here," she said, holding out her plate. "It may do you more good than me."

"Different name for a beast the same," He says, quoting one of the church elders. "Though hardly a beast is it truly. It teaches so many things." He supposes Rufioh would argue beasts teach all sorts of things, but he's never known that to be true and he doesn't see much of the troll anyway, lest the boy be betrayed to the culling system.

Suddenly, he is gifted a pizza. He blinks, takes it. "Deepest gratitude, Sister." She is eyed quick, just in case she changes her mind, before he opts for a large and fangy bite.

He does not speak until he had finished chewing, for he prides himself better. The plate is lowered. "You need not elaborate the origin unrighteous. I've not a business there." That is a job for a moirail. A good one, like Mituna. Definitely not pizza. Pizza made for a poor moirail.

"Yet there is no reason I cannot serve thee, an acting auxiliary to the rowdy noise. May we together defeat that which ails! Sweet mirth shall be brought to jolly mother fuckin life upon this eve!" ...Somehow. "...If thou dost wish it so."

Not all wounds show on the outside.

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