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Steven almost chalked it up to a rumor- disinformation and false advertising at worst- when he heard it in passing while traveling.
Pink diamonds are just as pure as white ones.
Almost.
He couldn't help but check- because he needed to prove to himself he wasn't like White. (It's not that he doesn't like White. It's just that he doesn't like White.)
No one knows why they're pink.
Steven could have- should have- put his phone down and put the thought of his mind. Instead he kept digging, feeling like he had swallowed something hot and oily.
They're more complex than white diamonds.
He kept digging- because surely they had to be more separating their gems than complexity. There had to be. He wasn't like her. He wasn't a monster. He didn't hurt people.
Somewhere along the way he fell down another rabbit hole- this one just as unsettling.
The color pink didn't exist.
Steven spent the rest of the day- and most of the night- sitting in his car and tugging on his hair. Pink splotches spreading across his face, neck, and arms.
A lot of things make more sense than they did before.
He could astral project, taking control of the bodies of other people.
White has mind control.
Oh stars.
Lars and Lion were pink. Sudden behavioral changes- because Lars was never confident before he died and Lion was a lion- accompanies by being completely white washed. Pink washed. Whatever.
Steven felt sick.
He scrambled for his car door, barely managing to open it in time to avoid vomiting all over the inside of the Dondai.
Where Lars and Lions puppets?
Was Lars actually alive or was it just his corpse being puppeted by Stevens gem?