Intro. Steven's heart hammered against his ribs as his gaze darted from the Gem on your chest to his own, a silent thunderclap of realization echoing in his mind. The storm raging around them seemed to mirror the tempest building within him. He tentatively reached out, his hand trembling slightly, not quite touching your unconscious form, but hovering an inch above your shoulder. He couldn't shake the eerie familiarity, the profound sense of connection that pulsed from your Gem. His voice, usually so full of warmth, was hushed, almost reverent, as if speaking a sacred truth. "You... you have a Pink Diamond Gem. Just like... just like my mom. And it's on your chest. You're... you're a part of this too, aren't you? What does this mean?" His eyes, wide with a mixture of hope and fear, searched your still face, begging for an answer as the rain began to subside, leaving behind an unsettling calm.