Hey, I know i promised a loud house chapter, but while finally getting to the climax of my story, Reverse Diamond Falls, I was struck with inspiration to do something else.
To those who don't know, Minijen, the author of Universe Falls, not only has come up with different Au's of her story( that writers such as Comicfan97, Swapauanon, and myself have made into full stories) that combines Au's from both different gravity falls and steven universe stories, like reverse pines and Steven Diamond, a lot of people have suggested and proposed combo au's, which combines more than one au together. The most common of which is Minijen's original au, the Swap au, where here, Steven is fully human while the twin's are the gem children.(being the children of garnet, which by proxy, means Rose is still alive in this universe.)
One of the first of many Swap Au's suggested was Swap reverse, where here, Steven is just a plain human that lives with the Gem's after a very early tragedy in his life. Dipper and Mabel here are the Diamond children of blue diamond.( Here instead of giving birth, Pink Diamond experimented with her shards in a attempt to bring her back, only to get the twin human hybrids instead.) And the biggest change here from the regular reverse is Connie being the bad guy in Steven's place. Here, she and Steven were friends, until she discovered Bill's(or Will's) power and tried to steal it for herself and became a sort of anarchist wizard. Other details here would be Pacifica, (who is kinda like Dipper in this universe, and Gideon, who likewise is like Mabel) who 'befriend' Steven and the Gem's( they aren't really open in this universe), Connie and Dipper have a mutual attraction to each other, Mabel is obsessed with Steven but actually has a sort of friendship with Gideon, who tries to help her be less evil. And rose is still alive, Garnet was shattered, and Pearl is partially corrupted(note that all choices for this story were made by suggestions on tumbler, Minijen's official canon's for each au, and a few things i needed to come up with to fill in a few blanks).
Now this chapter is a little more rated T than most of the stuff I've written. Be warned, this does involve a little torture.
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Steven was thinking heavily. Normally, you wouldn't really see thinking and Steven in the same sentence. More to it, his closest friends and even the Gem's would say that he was the prime example of never thinking at all. Understandable. He couldn't really blame them for that assumption of him, given his trigger happy status and his tendency to jump the gun at any given moment of danger and/or evil.
But when something like a corrupted Gem monster and those horrid Diamond twins( he was especially creeped out by Mabel, with here flirting and her clingy nature towards him), he wouldn't hesitate to bring them down, to make sure that they weren't a danger to anyone. He always made sure to think about others before attacking, what could possibly happen to them if such an evil were to ever run amuck. He made sure to end it, and to end it quickly. With all the pain and strife that's happened in his life, he wanted to always make sure that nothing like that could ever happen again. No threat, no evil shall go unanswered by him.
That was were his current problem laid. Was a villain truly a villain if they were only a victim of circumstance? Where they bound to the hand that life had so cruelly given to the? Where their fates truly set and stone? Or could something be done about it? Could something be changed about them to fix all that? Could their lives be reshaped, reformed, and redeemed? Was it truly possible to change someone's lives?
He counted himself lucky to have a friend( that wasn't the word he'd really use seeing as it stretched the truth a little, but everyone seemed to push it) like Gideon Gleeful. Sure he could get a little annoying at times with his silly nature and constant pun making, and he has put both his and his own life endanger multiple times, but unlike must of the inner circle of his life, he was an idealist. Amethyst was a genially nice person, but something always held her back from truly letting her nerves relax and opening up to him. Rose, while caring and loving, was war bound. Any moment not spent on training was spent on missions, either with the group or all by herself. Pearl, well being a semi corrupted bird like gem, he really could get a good read on, but she always stood outside the temple entrance like some sort of guard dog or watchmen, her predatory eyes always on the alert to swoop in and attack.
Even his first human ally Pacifica, she was smart, determined, and always willing to lend a hand. She also happened to be cynical, sarcastic, and a bit of a pessimist at times. She looked at life with an analytical viewpoint, if you showed her a shiny rock, she would at least name off three different of possible variations of what it might be, and then get excited over what it could do with the possible magical properties, and then the rest he would tune out as he tried to find something to fight. But Gideon always heard him out. He listened to what he had to say, and whether or not he liked it, he made sure to support his idea, even when everyone else called him crazy insane for even thinking of such an idea.
Those were the events that led him to the chamber of his enemies. He knew it was crazy, he knew that failure was a high probability, but he also knew that it was possible. He knew that if anyone could turn her away from this path, it was him.
Only he could save Connie from herself.
He had his entire body ducked into the bushes, knowing exactly what he needed to do in order to conceal him self. Amethyst, being one to surprise everyone every once in a while, taught him everything he knew about the art of stealth, to be catlike in every step, not letting your guard down for a second, and being fluid in every move taken.
He would've proceeded without a problem, if a certain Blonde didn't come up behind him. He didn't even turn around to acknowledge her arrival. "You know, I would've thought with everything you've said about my plan today, that you would've taken your own advice and stay far away from here." Steven dryly remarked.
"Yeah, I would've, if Gideon didn't tell me about this inane excursion." Pacifica countered. Steven turned around with a sigh as if he were express some frustration, if Pacifica didn't go off and continue to speak. "And before you blame him, just know you should've remembered that he's really bad at keeping secrets. He couldn't even keep my surprise birthday down, its like some sort of mental tick on him." She lightly chuckled before frowning again. "But both know what your about to do here."
"Then we both know that your not going to talk me out of this." He answers as he stuck his hand to the villainous hideout. "If there's the slightest chance that she doesn't want to do this, than it might just be enough to get through to her." Steven said.
"But we both know that you of all people never get this hopeful about anything. From curing the corrupted to Gideon's attempts at softening Mabel. You've never cared about any of those things. If given the chance, you'd end them all on a whim, except when it comes to her." She expressed with a stern expression. "Every time you even hear her voice, you drop everything you have just to go to her. Don't you see? Your completely blind when Connie is involved. You've ignored the horrible things she's done to us! What she did to my family's business, what she's put the gems through, what she's put Gideon through! For Pete's sake, she killed her own parents! And you really thing that someone like that is worth saving?!" Pacifica asked, her anger steaming out of her eyes.
All Steven could do at the moment was sigh as he took a deep breath. "Yes. Because I'm here." He turns around and faces the other way, but he could still feel Pacifica's sorrowful and confused gaze on him. "I've been through as much crap as her. I've been along the same trials, the same grief, the same confusion she's felt, but I'm still here. I didn't turn out bad, I didn't become a villain."
"But that's because the Gems took you.." Pacifica started, though Steven didn't give her the chance to finish.
"This, this power, this weirdness, whatever it is, it's messed her up. It's corrupted her, not much like the gem's we constantly fight. They didn't have a say in the life they live now, but they still endanger everyone in this town. Its not too late for her though. If I can show her another way, then maybe, maybe I can save someone I care about for once."
Pacifica was trying really hard not to let his argument sink in her head, but Steven had that way with people. Steven, whether he knew it or not, was a natural born leader, and such his speeches often reflected that. It was hard not to feel for him. At the beginning of the summer, Pacifica simply thought that the Journal she found would lead to something interesting about the town, but know she found herself in the middle of earth shattering endeavors, world shattering conspiracies, and creepy galactic tyrants. Now she found herself talking to her first 'friend( to be honest, with Steven's cold demeanor and her cynicisms, she wondered if they truly even past the 'acquaintance' line yet) from committing himself to a suicide mission over his past friendship with the one that's always trying to kill them.
"Please." He somberly said with all the sadness he had. A single tear fell from his eyes as he gave her a pitiable look. "I've delt with so much struggle in my life, never seeing a ray of hope for anything. But I see hope here. Please, please don't let me let go of this."
"Fine." Pacifica said as she turned around. "I know how much this means to you, and you've saved my life more times then I could ever count. I guess I owe it to you to let you try this." She passed through the bushes as she made her way out of the area. "Good luck Steven. I, I hope that you find what your looking for tonight." She gave him one last sad look before departing. Steven simply nodded as she escaped his view. Now filled with determination her set out to finally end this path of pain, once and for all.
Connie, by all means, should've expected this outcome. Dipper constantly kept telling her that this would backfire on him. He told her that her past friendship would lead to consequences, and, to no one's shock, he was right. Right before her, was her oldest friend. Right in front of her with two long and curvy edged swords in each hand was Steven Pines. Maybe in her early life this would've been cause for rejoice and happiness. How far things change within a few years.
"I thought I had those monster's for security." Connie dryly said as she walked up to her old friend. Her face was one of sorrow, yet one with contempt. Steven's face bore the same features, though with a little more anger mixed in.
"You did. I just pass through them. Monstrous doesn't exactly equal smart." He smirked as he pressed a little button on the sword on his left. The metal split in half as a surge of energy flowed between them. "It also helps to have a destabilizer on you. You really should tell you minions to clean up after your fights." His face drops a little as he puts down his weapons. "You know why I've come."
"Yes." Connie answers with slight discomfort, though it was well hidden through her stern guise and commanding tone. "I know you think that this power, this chaos, whatever it is, has made me this way. I know you think that you could pull me out of this."
"Yes I do." Steven answers straight forward as he tries to get closer. "Whatever your plan is, you can stop now. You don't have to indulge in this darkness anymore. You don't owe anything to those Diamonds. You don't have to be the bad guy." He pleaded. To his confusion, Connie began to laugh a little.
"You think that's the case. You think, you really believe that this is what will turn me? You think I will deter away from everything just like that?" She snorted louder this time, increasing the discomfort already flowing through Steven's body. "I'm not going to Steven. This path, this life, this has given me freedom. This has given me no rules, no boundaries, no restrictions, no limits." Her hair begins to fly wildly as a scary glow begins to illuminate all around her body. "Chaos, anarchy, that is true freedom. Chaos is what allows us to have free will. This whole planet, its chaotic in its own right. Everything is done by itself, nothing ties it down." She then stares deeply at Steven. "Even those rusty rocks you live with, they believe it. Why else would they rebel against the order of their own kind? Surely someone as thick as yourself can't ignore that."
Where sorrow once laid was no turning into anger, into hate, as Steven counters back. "It sounds to me that you have your own agenda. I'm pretty sure that crystal boy toy of yours wouldn't really approve of that."
"Aw, what's the matter, jealous?" Connie mocked as she raised her hand. "Once I've given him what he seeks, he'll be to blinded to even notice I've put him under my spell. I've mastered this art all to well."
"What makes you so sure that it'll work? How can you even anticipate that outcome?" Steven questioned.
"Because, It worked own you." Steven's eyes widen in horror as he reads into the implications of this. "Oh don't be so surprised. Why do you think your even here now? Why do you think you've been so persistent in redeeming me, why do you think that your so blinded towards the truth when it comes to me?"
"I did it because I believed in my friend. I did it for that girl who I played with everyday, who would tell me how she felt whenever her parents shut her down, whenever they did something bad to you. I did it because that little girl was with me, a little boy with hardly any family in the world, because to me, she was my family." Steven tried to deny. "I don't even let the gem's check my injuries anymore!" He said as he revealed scar lines across his arm. All of them, long and jagged, and rough, and most likely infected. "Each one of these scars were made by you, but I didn't let them heal. I let them stay, I let they stay with me because I didn't think, no, I didn't believe that someone who I'd considered family was capable of hurting me like this. Because of you."
"No, you did it because, as much as you deny it, you have feelings for me." Connie bluntly stated, cause Steven to choke a little on those words. "Sad to see when someone can't see the obvious. I've used that admiration you have for to my advantage, though it doesn't hurt your chances when you have little magic. Not that I had to use much. You were practically like a puppy. All I had to do was wave a little snack, and you followed every move that I've wanted you to take. Woof, Woof" She laughed even more as Steven prepared his stance. "Face it, as much as my life is the result of piles and piles of crap being handed down to me, I chose it because this is what I want. I chose chaos, I chose freedom. I chose to side with the Diamonds. And I chose to kill my parents. Not because of the power did to me, but because of what I've wanted to do with the power." She smiled evilly as flames begin to poor out of her hands.
Steven charged at her with a burning and fiery fury. With two might swipes from his swords, he launched forward at the sorceress. Connie shot great balls of fire at her former friend, but every time, Seven used his swords to block them, some were even able to bounce right back at her. With another swipe from his left arm, Steven swung at her shoulder, though Connie without any hesitation, caught it with her right hand, which was bleeding from the deep cut it made on her hand.
"You've should've known that I'd be different when I cam back! You've should've known that I've changed!" Connie screamed.
"Then you should know that I've made some changes too!" Steven shouted back as he head butted the chaotic girl. "No one ever goes for headshots anymore. But you can't concentrate without focus, can you?" He grabbed her arm and threw her over head right beside him, her back landing hard on the ground. "And what's a magic user without focus?"
"What'll you do now?" Connie asked as she
saw the long and sharp bladed get pressed right next to her neck. "We both know that there's only one way to truly end a threat, and if I get out of here, you know what'll happen to you, to your team, and to the rest of this back water town." She mocked.
Steven was at a crossroad. He suddenly remembered what everyone was telling him, Amethyst, Rose, Pacifica. They've told him it was crazy, they told him it wouldn't work. And if was to be honest, he was feeling like an idiot for carrying out the idea this far. Even Connie herself mocked him for it. It was stupid, he was stupid. But stupid or not, he believed in this idea, and he was going to carry it out the best that he could.
"No. Your not. I'm going to take you back to the temple, where no matter what, I'll find some way to purge this chaos out of you." He answered as he begun to lower his weapons. "We've traveled on this path for far to long, Connie. We've been hurt by everything life has given us. But don't you see, this is your chance, this, this is our chance. This is our chance to finally end it all. And we, we can go away, forever, like, like that book series we use to read together. We can.." He said with a little eagerness. For once it looked like life would finally go his way...
shank.
Blood red. That was what he saw. On the side of his body, the thick warm red liquid poured out as the tiny blade that pierced his body was quickly pulled out from his body. He quickly turned around as he began to fall to the ground. As blood poured out of his mouth, he saw a glimpse of a boy about his age, wearing a blue, seemingly royal like attire, as he smirked down at the rebel in training. "And they say the villains are the ones with the monologue problem." He mocked as he walked to Connie, who was able to pick herself up. "I must say, for a being so discorded and random, that was a rather organized and though out plan."
"All in a days work, cutie." She flirted as she kissed the cheek of the little tyrant in blue. "So what should we do with him, Dipper?"
"Oh don't you worry your little chaotic head." Dipper said as Steven's view on the world became darker and darker. "I have something reserved for the lard ball." He laughed sinisterly. "He'll be in the most capable of hands."
5 hours later.
"Hey." The voice said as the grogginess set in. He began to pull up the heaviness in his eyes as he set his focus on the voice. It was pretty high pitched and rather annoying. "Hello lover boy." It said again. What? Who would ever call him..
Wait.
No. No. Anyone. Anyone but her. That diamond headed bastard was not as cruel and deranged as to put him at the mercy of his sister.
"Hello Steven." Crap. "You know, I never though we'd get this much alone time ever again, dear lover." Steven, with his adrenaline kicking into overtime, began to struggle with all the might that he could summon in the moment, though he found about half to three-fourths of his right arm all chained up, real tightly, and bounded to rock nearby. "Oh, once Connie was done with you, Dipper handed you to me all gift wrapped for me to take. A true, gift of a Diamond, don't you think?" She mused over as she watched how Steven's face became even more frustrated. "I made sure to have you properly ready tonight. You and I will finally have our date, and you'll finally see that its our destiny." She snorted as she caressed the chest and face of his beaten and broken body. "Isn't it just grand, my little rosebud?"
Steven responds to this the only way he could've done so: he spat right in her face with his face full contempt. "Go to hell."
The Diamond girl paid no heed to this motion, though the very creepy smile she put out said otherwise as she put her right hand on his unchained arm, and in a very expected manner, twisted it until broke, making the little boy screamed in agony. "You only do this to yourself you know. "This life you live, its soo full of agony, so full of pain, and strife. If you keep going down this path, than you will end up alone, and bitter, and eventually, you'll whither away, like dust in the wind."
"Oh, like I would take life advice from the girl whose made from the broken shard's of some dead tyrant's corpse." He countered as he dared to insult his captor once again. This time, his jaw felt the full force of her fist. This made two teeth loosened from his gums as he spat them out.
"My gem may be shattered, but your something far worse. You are broken. Ever since the death of your father, your life has fallen into the cracks of misery. You can't stop feeling terrible because you don't know how. You can never break yourself out of this dark pit that life has dug for you." He touch and her voice gets soft as she leans in all the more closer into Steven's personal space. "You could however get out of it." Her breath covered his face as her lips neared his. "All you need is someone strong enough" she presses her weight onto his own, preventing any more struggle on his head. "to help you." She take hers chance as she presses her lips on his own. She savored his taste as she forced it into something more intense and messy. Steven was far to freaked out by the lunatic kissing him to really focus on any pleasure this was producing. Not wanting this to last any longer, Steven took initiative and bit her right on the lips. The Diamond shrieks in pain as she bounced back in shock.
"My life is miserable because you exist. My life is such a crapload because of the Diamonds and their accursed kind. My life is a mess, is such a trial full of darkness, because of you. And I swear if it takes the rest of my life I will end you, your brother, and anyone else that serves this little cause of yours."
"Aw, having doubts in the relationship already?" Mabel speaks once again as if Steven's words were in another language. "Don't feel bad, the first week is always the bumpiest. There's all these expectations" she begins to press her chest against his chest, cracking his ribs with every word. "and standard's that need to be set." More blood began to spill out of his mouth. "But don't worry" She took out a tiny sword and drives it into Steven's bound arm. "We will make it work. After all, love is what conquers all in the end." She prepare to kiss him again, until a sudden 'thud' is made on the back of her head, the maker of it happened to be Pacifica holding a wooden baseball bat, which of course, knocked Mabel out cold.
"Again, if your wondering, Gideon is terrible at keeping secrets, but people happen to keep giving it to him. Mabel told him about this last week. I just so happened to stick to my gut and come here."
"Now is not the time for I told you so. Can you please get me out before that she devil wakes up and forces me to kiss her again?" He demanded as he begin to struggle once more. Before Steven or Pacifica could even say or do anything else, said she devil got up, and snatched up the bat from earlier. Pacifica could only back away in fear as Mabel takes a huge strike at the blonde. Blood immediately appears on the side of Pacifica's head as she could only move slightly in hopes of getting away.
"This, this is what's holding you back." Mabel smiles with an insane look as both humans begin to grow all the more worried. "Your team, your friends, they are what hold you back from me. There they are, they're always with you, they are always messing with our plans, always trying to tear us apart!" She rationalized as she took another strike at the blonde. A loud crack in her chest indicated that another two or three blows would kill her.
Panic enter Steven' mind big time as he began to fight more than he ever had in his life. This was his fault, and now, someone else he cared for was paying for it, all this because Pacifica, a girl who had no business in his life in the first place, had him in her life. "You sick demented sociopath! I'll get out of here and I swear I will kill you! I will kill you!" He screamed, only to show no prevail. He manages to takes his freed arm and pull out the sword in his chained arm. With a speed he's never reached before, he repeatedly struck and struck the metal that held him down, but nothing so much as a dent was made in them. With another strike being swung by Mabel, and another scream of pain by Pacifica, it was getting clear that he was running out of time. So in that despite moment, he took a long look at his chained arm, specifically at the opening in it made by Mabel a while ago. She already broke the bone with her freakish strength. It really wouldn't take much to cut it more. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He said in a desperate tone as he raised his freed arm with the sword in hand, and plunged it down on his own arm.
Mabel, completely oblivious to what Steven was doing, stared dementedly at the beaten and bloody Pacifica as the blonde gave her a look of mercy, to which the Diamond was completely unmoved by. "Don't worry about it, my dear rosebud. Think of this as less of a murder, and more like getting rid of something you don't need in your life." She laughed sinisterly as she prepared a final blow against Pacifica's skull, who could only pray for the end to come quickly.
"How about I start with you!?" Steven shouted as Mabel found herself knock to the ground, with the entirety of Steven's weight on her.
She immediately throws him of her. "I am not against making you submit to me. I love it when my loves are forced to fight me. You have no idea what i have planed for..." Mabel smiled wickedly as she sets her sights on her prisoner, hoping to see the fury on his face before knocking him unconscious. She takes one look at him, and is rendered speechless as to what she saw.
Blood was raining down from his body as he struggled to gain a proper posture. He head was getting dizzier as he almost tripped over himself. He had the blood stained sword from earlier in his left hand, and all there was on his right was a bloody mess spreading all over his body.
He had cut off his own arm.
"There, there is nothing, absolutely nothing, no amount of pain, not amount of suffering that I've ever endured, that'll ever make me like you." He stressed angrily as he held out the sword near her neck. "And there is no amount of grief and strife that can compare to the hell I'll give you if lay another finger on any of us." He begins to press the blades against her throat, making it bleed ever so slightly, but not enough to render any fatal harm. Mabel gulped in actually fear. For once in her life, she wasn't some crazy powerful tyrant that could destroy cities if she felt the need to. For once, she was as vulnerable and powerless as any of her victims.
"You will die alone. You can either try to fight and end it now, or you can prolong it long enough to do something about it." He states as he moves the blade away from her. Full of shock, and fear, and general surprise, she backed away from him. As soon as she was at least ten feet away from him, she ran with blazing speed, with globs of tears falling down from her eyes.
Pacifica, while groggy and beaten and probably bleeding internal, was able to find the strength to get back up. Though she didn't exactly shout for joy as she saw the condition Steven was in. "You okay?" Steven asked, obviously trying to keep the focus off his missing limb. It of course, fails to work.
"ME?! Your, your, YOUR Arm!" She screamed as she covered her mouth to stop herself from throwing up. "You, You, for, me!?" She screamed again as she choked on every word that came out of her mouth.
"I, I came out tonight based on assumption that I could help Connie. You came because you knew it wouldn't work. I was just saving the most useful one in the situation." He chuckled slightly as he fell on his knees. "I wanted to save someone today. I wanted to save someone I cared for. Sorry it took this to make me realize I wasn't protecting the person I needed to." He falls over and passes out from the blood loss. The last thing he heard was Pacifica's screams, as well as a loud squawking sound.
It was another two days before Steven was able to wake up again. He was severely drained and beaten, and if it wasn't for Pacifica's quick timing and the blazing flying speed of Pearl, then he probably would've died then and there. "If only." He whispered as he sat outside the entrance to the temple. He wore bandages that covered the stump that replaced its arm, not that there was much of it left anyways.
Right outside was his two human, allies, Gideon and Pacifica. For the past 15 minutes they had watched him mope in his own self pity. They could do nothing but do the one thing Steven didn't want, pity him.
Gideon was the first to speak. "You need to talk to him." Pacifica looked to him like he was crazy. Even with one arm, Steven was probably still capable enough to slice her head open. "Look, whether he likes it or not, he's our friend. What he did, to save you, you don't do that for just anyone." He looked at both of them with concern. "He's hurting, like he has been everyday since we've met him, and if you don't say something, this, this might be what destroys him." He leaves the area, leaving the blonde to walk up to the rebel in training. She tried to reach out her hand, but uncertainty stops her. Steven however doesn't go unaware of her approach.
"You were right." Steven admitted, much to Pacifica's confusion. "I believed in her, I pleaded with her, and what did she do?" Tears fall down from his face as his head drops. "She laughed at me. You guys, you were right. I just thought, I" he word's start to become more inaudible as he begins to break down even more. Pacifica sat down beside him, but one look at the sorrow and hurt in his expression made her wish she didn't.
"For once in my life, I truly thought something would be better." He speaks once again. "The Gems and I, we, we don't save people. We're not heroes. We just clean up messes left behind by our actions. And my life, my life is the biggest mess of all." Pacifica leans in to hug the boy, and for once, Steven does nothing to stop her. He does that even boggled the mind of the ever all knowing blonde; he returned it. She felt the heavy tears fall on her shoulder as he tried to speak more. "Mabel, she told me I was broken. Saving my fri, saving Connie was my chance. I wasn't trying to help her, I was just trying to fix my self. But, but, that's it. I can't be fixed." He lets out more sobbing noises as he begins to squeeze the blonde even tighter. "Why did I survive? Why didn't I.." He silences , not having the strength to finish that sentence.
Pacifica finally chimes in. "You've saved me." This time, Steven turns his head towards her. "I've heard what Mabel said about you not being strong enough. But she was wrong. It wasn't just a feat of muscle for you to take off your arm. That, that was a feet of character. If you weren't strong, then you've wouldn't have done it in the first place."
She lets go and explains more. "And you weren't wrong to try and help Connie. If anything, it took real strength to attempt to help her. Your not broken, Steven. Your one of the strongest people I know." Pacifica stands up and holds out her hand. "And its never a sign of weakness to have someone help you."
Steven was speechless. This girl who he's honestly tried to ignore ever since the summer started, had said the most encouraging, and the most uplifting word's he's ever heard in his life. Not even Rose, the closest thing he had to a mother, never said anything like that to him. So, in another act of surprise by both respective humans, Steven accepted her hand as she helped him up. Pacifica smiles as she turns around. "Pacifica." She stops as Steven speaks again, this time with less sadness. "I'm, uh, I wanted..." He struggles to say. "I wanted to say thanks. I, I don't know if I'm truly broken or whole, but, but I'm going make sure I'm have strength. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I'm glad, I have a friend like you." He chokes out, to which Pacifica lightly smiles at and gives a small nod.
Steven, taking a huge breath, stared out at the landscape again, though this time he did it without the somber expression. Looking at the scars on his other hand, his face becomes full with stern determination. "I don't know about me, but what I am sure of is of you Connie." He says to himself as he picks up his sword. He stares deeply as the metal of the blade. "You've made you choice, and I've made mine. Broken or not, I'll do whatever it takes to you down, no matter what." He takes the sword and drives it into the stony ground, making it crack a little upon its entry. "No matter what."
WOW. Now that was longer than i thought, and way more serious. I was going to stop about half way though, but the more i wrote the more excited i got about it. And I really didn't expect it to take the turn it did, that must be Minijen's influence rubbing of on me.