It's a beautiful day in spite of it all.
Amethyst and Pearl had always been a study in contrast, and not always to productive ends. Without Rose's influence they had trouble reconciling their differences into a complimentary relationship (unlike Ruby and Sapphire). More often they were like stones scraping against one another, giving off sparks. They were getting better over time, but even when they weren't in conflict they still demonstrated vastly dissimilar reactions to identical affairs. Garnet found it rather wonderful.
Today Pearl was shrieking. "Why didn't you see!? Why didn't you see!?" Over and over again, a shuddering mantra marching through tears as she beat her rail thin limbs against Garnet's chest. Amethyst, meanwhile, was quiet. Mouth slack, eyes wide, a shaky hand jerking across Steven's blank face as though hunting for breath. There was none, of course. He was clearly dead.
And Garnet's slender finger stroked her chin as she analyzed the scene. At this point there was