Based on the episode Too Far.
Some implied Amedot, if you put your shipping goggles on.
Broken
She liked to fix things. She liked to make things. But she didn't like it when those things broke.
Peridot was always one of the best technicians on Homeworld. She wasn't bragging or anything—it was just true. She could make anything she wanted. She could fix anything that was broken. And Peridot was proud of that. She was proud of her service to Yellow Diamond, proud of her skills, proud that she was something.
That was why breaking things hurt so much.
A few of her fellow Peridots would tease her occasionally that she was "just as good at breaking machines as she was at fixing them." Of course, she would pretend to laugh along with them for a few moments before getting on with her work. She she eventually convinced herself it didn't hurt to hear them say it.
That was a lie, though.
It did hurt.
She wasn't supposed to be good at breaking things. She hated breaking things. It made her feel incompetent. Defective.
Small.
The hybrid Gem confused her. It just wasn't right. He was worse than defective. His entire existence shouldn't have been possible!
And yet there he was, half human, half Gem. It made Peridot uncomfortable. She couldn't stop that itch she had to fix him somehow. She had to fix all of them. A swordfighting Pearl, a midget Amethyst, that abomination that always stayed fused... it was all so wrong! They were wrong and she shouldn't care about them, let alone be in the same room with them!
So of course she didn't stop to think about their "feelings" when she started to explain all of their defects. She was honestly just talking for the sake of making noise, so she said what was on her mind. It was so funny how their little "team" functioned. They were just a bunch of broken, messed up, defective Gems trying to protect a whole planet.
It was so silly.
Peridot shouldn't have cared when she saw Amethyst turn away from her, as though she couldn't even look at her. She shouldn't have cared that Amethyst no longer thought she was funny.
It shouldn't have mattered.
But it did.
And it took a while for Peridot to realize something: maybe Amethyst was not defective, and maybe she never had been. Maybe all that mattered was that she was who she was, and she was happy with that.
It was Peridot who had broken her. Peridot who had ruined the way Amethyst looked at herself.
And for the first time in her life, she was utterly lost about how to fix something.
It took a long time. She got it eventually.
She had to apologize.
She wanted to apologize.
So they were defective. Big deal. So was Peridot. She was the only Peridot she'd ever met who broke things all the time, and she had completely failed in her mission. She never got anything right. So who was she to tell Amethyst she was broken, when Peridot was broken herself?
Who was she to go around breaking things—and breaking people?
She wasn't.
But then, Peridot had always been good at that.
