Listen to Tomorrow's Harvest. It's what I was listening to while writing this out. I think it fits, I guess. This is just something short and sweet I wrote.
"How much do you think is left?"
"Not much."
"Organic life, I mean."
"None."
"So, that's it?"
"Yeah."
"Does that mean we can…"
"Go home?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"But… But why?"
"Look around us. Do you see anything we can use-"
"Oh."
"-To build a communicator? A basic ship?"
"Oh. We're truly stranded then?"
"Of course. What's a better way to penalize us? Why make us martyrs?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
"Agreed."
"Then, how about we talk about Steven?"
"Steven."
"Rose."
"Let's not…"
"...Greg?"
"...I miss eating."
"I'm proud of you, Amethyst, for ignoring-"
"Why are you proud of her? Eating is far from an essential task and she HAD to do it to let Steven and Greg last-"
"Pearl."
"What?"
"Let's not…"
"No, no, let's. Because, as I see it, we might as well talk about it sometime, before this drained, cracked ground collapses from underneath us! We failed, Garnet. We failed. We failed Rose, we failed Earth, and most of all, we failed Ste-"
"Pearl. Shut up."
"You aren't my leader! You aren't anyone's leader. You're just, you're just, you're a REPLACEMENT!"
"..."
"...Pearl, please…"
"I can't take it! My whole life, my whole life I've just had to… Just had to deal with everything. You know? Say 'Yes ma'am, I'll carry those bags for you!', 'Yes Garnet, this is a perfectly FINE decision!' 'Yes Amethyst, I sure am a big, bad, un-fun stick-in-the-mud!' I just… I can't deal with it, this is the last straw. What do you think Rose would…"
"Don't. Even. Start. 'What do you think Rose would do?' I hate that question. I ask it to myself every day. Everything I do, I feel like, maybe if Rose was here, it could have been done better. I lived by what Rose would do. Look at where acting like Rose got us, Pearl. Look around and tell me that this was worth it."
"I… She was… She… She treated me like… She was.."
"She treated us all well, Pearl. She was… I think she was a good person."
"You think?"
"What else can I do? Think and talk and walk around."
"No, no, I mean, you think… Do you think Rose was a bad person?"
"No. I feel like she just… She might've put too much stake in this one planet."
"What do you think should have happened?"
"..."
"I don't know anymore."
"...Someone has to help us."
"Amethyst, they won't. Homeworld's gone, and our heat signature will be obscured by the earth's core anyways."
"Well, what's left of it."
"Yes, what's left of it."
"Do you think we're in history books?"
"Hm?"
"I dunno. I want to be remembered, and not, just… Lie forgotten on this rock. You think they tell the soldiers on Homeworld about us? The war? About Rose?"
"Maybe. It's old history."
"It's what's left of us, as far as what the rest of the Galaxy cares about."
"Well, all we can do is hope."
"I suppose."