Not all wounds show on the outside.

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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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"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."

[thygospelevity]

"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."